Текст песни Светлана Копылова - Сура

Sura


Quietly splashing on mirror
Stroits Pinebey Natives
"Nikolai Saint" nice
Steamer small.
He hurries, he accelerates
Your usual smooth move
Ile someone catchies
On the waves of the Pinezh waters.

And on the deck crossed
Your hands on the chest
Gaze to the sky
Ieria is worth one.
All in the prayer immersed
Shepherd good John,
He seeks a familiar
To cute since childhood shores.

Now the village is native
It seemed on the mountain
Dome of the temple for the satellite
And over him shines a cross.
And the soul is striving for the sky,
Seeing this God's house,
What is decorated spray
Like the bride under the crown.

"Sura, Sura dear,
Sura, my homeland!
My holy cradle
Will I see you again? "
Here is a new chapel
Over the grave of the Father, -
And the father involuntarily
A tear runs along the cheek.

He hurries, he accelerates
Your usual smooth move
John Kronstadsky nearby
Soon with the deck will come down ...


Poems - Numbness Taisiya Leushinskaya