Текст песни Духовный стих - На шестой-то было на недельке

The sixth-and it was for a week
It was a feast of the Ascension of Christ
Like Jesus Christ, I am going to heaven
Then I wept for him but the brothers are poor
We grieve for him so wives orphans
Yes, where will you, Lord, but uezzhaёsh
Who are you after us so ostavlyaёsh
Yes, you do not cry to let the brothers are poor
Do not grieve ye wives orphans
I'll leave you something so mountain gold
I will leave you a yes honey river
I will leave you a yes gardens with grapes
I'll leave you something so platё incorruptible
Then he heard Ivan da Zlatoustets
Gregory said the word yes Bogoslovets:
Oh, you are the true God da King of heaven!
Do not leave a minute he let the gold mountain
Do not leave a minute he let the river of honey
Do not leave a minute they let gardens with grapes
Do not leave a minute so they dress incorruptible
How so naedut merchants then all the boyars
They take away so they let the gold mountain
Izopyet so they let the river honey
Over the hill they will murder
Above the river they let the bloodshed
And above the gardens so they will fight
Yes, over the dress they let blasphemy
Oh, you are the true God da King of heaven!
You leave something to them but the word of Christ
They will go so all prosieves
In every house you let pominati
Already some are from Christ for the sake so feed
Already a Christ-for so shall give
Already some are from Christ's sake let odenёt
Already some are from Christ's sake let obuёt
They will go so all prosieves
In every house you let pominati