Текст песни Дмитрий Хворостовский - За гробом

Mother of God Soothe My Sorrows
Before the coffin she walked, light, quiet.
And behind the coffin - in a mourning veil
There was a bride escorting the groom ...

He was only a fashion writer,
Only the words of the blasphemous creator ...
But the dead man is the soul of the people:
Everyone piously honors the end.

And bowed towards, baptized
Thoughtful, laborious forehead.
And friends and relatives dust
To the icon, to her, to the coffin ...

And with what endless sadness
(Not about him - God knows who?)
She took words of sympathy
And a random wreath after a wreath ...

These phrases are battered repetitions,
Words that nobody needs
She raised to the crown of creation
Into the secret smile of a deity ...

Like here where they sang and censer
Where sadness cannot be quiet
She removed the veil from dust
And waiting for the Other Groom ...