Текст песни Хор монахинь Пюхтицкого монастыря - К кому прибегну я в скорбях

To whom I will resort in sorrows
To whom I gaze with my head
Who with tears in his eyes
Whom shall I call upon entreaty?

To you, Holy Lady,
I will come to you for mercy
In You, Good Intercessor,
I will find cover and help.

You are Joy to all in the world
You are the Dome of Neopalim,
You are our helper in trouble
You are invisible to us.

You are our refuge and shield
And healing the sick
In haste hurries to you,
Joy, Joy of all who mourn.

You are the Mother - Mentor of the children,
You are virgins and youths salvation
Reliance in my old age
And in weak strengths.

You praise the whole universe
You are God's temple, you are the door of paradise
You praise me forever
I will glorify you by dying.

When, by the will of the All-Sovereign
The lips will shut in silence
To you, Mistress, then
All thoughts, feelings will rush.

But you look from the heavens of saints
To the soul of maternal gaze
Protect her from the spirits of darkness
Holy and wondrous omophorion.

Christ as Mother prayed -
Your prayer can do a lot
She is my soul from the earth
Heaven will help to ascend!