Текст песни Воззвала душа - Древнерусский духовный стих

I appealed to the soul to the Creator on the sky:
Szzhsya you want me,
Light lumped in the Holy House
And I myself am before me.

Point God before the kingdom road,
Give me strength to go on it,
Where the angels sing round
There is a place for me.

There I will meet all the spirits saints
In that royal holy paradise,
There I will see my lord,
New song I will.

I sleep you I am my creator,
That you did not forget me
Shoved his own pipes loudly,
From sleep you awakened me.

I raised my eyes to the sky,
There on the throne God reigns
Written a book about my affairs
And the god sick himself on the prayer.

Rejoice the soul that he was assisted
Voice you of my holy pipe
For awakened sleeping in the grave,
Many coffins were rejected.

Now the sun is the soul and do not sleep
Go for this holy path,
For the pipe is thundered
All time in the kingdom to go.

There the Son of God is shining in glory
Light perfumes everything in front of him
Filled with glory new, holy city,
The soul was adopted, which suffered with him.

Now the ridges, the soul is tired,
I acquired you peace
Celebrate, rejoice and having fun
For the gift of his His saint.
Amen.