Текст песни Елена Фролова - Серафиму Саровскому

Following the gray-haired cloud
A flock of birds was going.
White stone - Seraphim,
Growing into the black ground.

Sings in a low voice
Virgin Mary prayer.
The red sun rises
Raises the day to battle.

Grief with grief says.
The world stands, and time judges.
So Raseyushka hurts
What petrified people.

Draws a dream to the bottom of the river.
True fish turned.
Fishermen are pulling a net.
Mother of God smiled.

To the blue-blue skies
A flock of birds flies away.
The word reaches for the mouth
Composing a new song.

And melts like smoke
Saving Russia by prayer,
White stone - Seraphim,
Holy Mother of God.