Текст песни Хор Витязей - Коль славен

Glorious our Lord in Zion,
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He is great in heaven on the throne,
In a blade of grass on the land is great.
Everywhere, the Lord, all you nice,
In the night, in the days of radiance is!

Thee Thy Lamb zlatorunny
In itself shows us.
Psaltery of ten we
You bring incense.
Accept from us Thanksgiving
Like incense.

You mortals sun light up,
Do you love God, we, as children,
You have a meal satisfiest
And zizhdesh us in Zion degrees.
You wicked, O God, to visit
And thy flesh to feed.

O God, in Thy The village in
Yes vnidut our voices
And vzyydet our Affection
You as the morning dew!
You in the hearts of the altar we set,
You, Lord, sing and praise!