Текст песни Хор Свято-Троицкого храма г.Алексеевка - Мой духовный сад

My spiritual garden as you run,
 From unfit grass overgrown trails.
 Spit my soul a deep sleep for a long time,
 Not radit it on its way.

 Wake up from sleep, look around.
 As you sleep, the soul, in the garden of thine?
 You lost interest in the spirit of sloth,
 Aback you jewelry.

 No miraculous roses, zeal for God,
 Their frost ruined negligence.
 Where, say, your cereal abstinence?
 Where is your fear of God where weeping?

 Do not forget you, where the color of humility,
 They took away your wind impatience.
 Cleaning your sgibli lily,
 You care about the world is not it?

 In the spirit of sloth and neglect
 Hid light beam emotion.
 The eye of your prayers, look, frozen,
 And tired spirit in poverty iznyl.

 My spiritual garden as you run,
 From unfit grass overgrown trails.
 Spit my soul a deep sleep for a long time,
 I despise it on its way.