Текст песни Сергей Бакай - Постриг

Lead barefoot and in a shirt,
Let him look, naked, alone,
Spread on the floor in ashes
His angelic rank.
There in the past of passionate will grinding,
There was a careless John.
Then the hair of the head will be cut off,
The sacred vow will be given.

And put on a different dress
And they will be removed from the previous torment,
Get up, monk, brother Ignatius,
Your head was crowned with a klobuk.
Your head was crowned with a cowl!

Have mercy on the new
And drive away the midnight fear
And whose vigilant strength
Arming yourself, monk?
And I stand in front of the icon
And I know I'll be there soon
Walk barefoot with candles lit,
Cross the silent temple.

Wearing a white shirt,
Oh, my inner man.
Now I am still Pachomius,
And tomorrow I will be named.
And tomorrow I will have a name!