Текст песни Песнопения иеромонаха Романа - Я проплывал на старой барже...

I sailed on the old barge
Under the bells chime.
Left - people, to the right - the tower,
And dale - pure sky.
I spoke drunken fisherman
About that, about this - it seems that lying -
And his head uncovered
My silence disapproved.
He shouted in his ear at the right hand,
Like, okrёschen, though there is no cross,
Hand, he remembers his own mother,
Icon stёrtuyu got.
And by showing put back
And he paused, and lit a cigarette.
It dangles from the rolling waves,
And he spoke again.
And so it was a new thing in the cotton,
It would be naive soul averted.
Ivan call. It has long been clear,
Otherwise used in another floated.
Oh, my carrier is random,
There whether the right, dear?
... All the quieter sounds, all the sadder.
That was quiet behind.