Текст песни Дм. Гусев - Три хора на русские духовные стихи. 1. Плач души

Fuss-crying our soul
Before accommodation in front,
What to come to us
On the terrible court we are on the righteous
On the second to the jet coming.
Will not help our souls
Neither zlasto nor silver
Neither imbey nor gods
Nor colorful pay,
Neither love to us hypocritical
Neither misfortune to us
No pride is crazy.
Toliko will help our souls
All things, are our good things,
Humility, big our patience,
Tears with cry, with repentance,
There are bows of our midnight,
Tikhomir is a secret alms.
Slary Lord God glorified
For the great name of the Lord! Amen.