Текст песни Хор КПЛ - В яслях лежит ребёнок

Metropolitan of Kiev
and All Ukraine
Vladimir (Sabodan)

Christmas

In the nursery is a baby.
Mother's gentle face.
Hear oxen awake
Weak children cry.

And somewhere in the white Athens
Philosophers among columns
Argue about the root causes,
Discuss the new law.

And the crowds in theaters in Rome,
Hesitating on the steps,
Applaud tirelessly
Gladiators and elephants.

He did not come in a blaze of thunder
Not in the glory of victory of the earth,
He will not break the cane
And the voice is quiet.

Do not call the friends of kings,
Do not call the board of princes -
With the Galilean fisherfolk
Produces the New Testament.

No one will return to the flour,
The bonds can zakuet,
But Sam, spread out his hands,
In mortal anguish die.

And the sound of a mighty victory
Legions will not falter system.
By bearers, silent wives,
The winner will dawn.

With unfathomable power
A helping hand, one,
And the pride of Rome's collapse,
It increases the wisdom of Athens.

In the nursery is a baby.
Mother's gentle face.
Hear oxen awake
Weak children cry.