Текст песни Полина Терентьева, Варвара Котова - В древние-древние годы

In the ancient and ancient years,
The street of the evil village,
Prechilate Mary Mary
Wanderer Poor Brela.
The evening began frosty,
The blizzard spinning the view
Robust hand knocked
Virgo under each window.
Slestly asked the shelter
In a rainy cold night.
Everywhere ruthlessly challenged
Stranger poor away.
Plated the Mother of God,
I did not cry about yourself
But about not giving a shelter,
About their faded fate.
My God, amazed son,
Heart soften the slaves.
Evil and cruel
Give the repaid cover.
First heard those tears
From mountain heights being
Ancient Prophet Thunderzz
Evil Puncher Ilya.
Caught in the thunder unexpected
In the luteuye blizzard in the frost
Screams of non-residential screams
Wind to the Virgin Donoz.
Sees: bold rents,
Mlowed by the suffering person.
Ask the intercession of the world
Tellish, sobs.
Pity lit in her heart:
God, forgive them all evil!
From the shoulders, its covers unfolded
And they all covered the village.
Most mercy is not realistic
Softened the prophet Elijah
Mother Holy, saved them
What of your mercy.
From year to year on night
By morning with the throne of worlds
Russia still covers
Virgin Million Cover.