Текст песни Ольга Кобзева - О Всех святых в земле Российской просиявших

Autumn is time to cry
Charming humble wilting,
And silent golden glow,
And the expectation of the coming judgment.

And cold confident tread,
But it is no longer subdue prisoners.
Slopes in the bow can not be broken -
Himself crucified freedom reside.

And the wind oppression, and bent like twigs
Tree trunks of old age-old ...
And the new rise in the ranks of the saints,
His persecutors leaving only shreds.

And all names do not count, and the glory of God,
What's your set of invisible high.
And mnogosvetnoe high light
Shining to help the Russian people.

Oh, you know, the - the Lord Leto beautiful
Earth spring in the comfort of hearts.
What does it mean to stand under the divine wisdom crown
A wonderful feat of virtue podyavshi?

The grace does not leave our land,
Maybe just this, and it stands among the sins
Showing the world until the end of time,
His Saints Resplendent in the Russian Land.