Текст песни Жанна Бичевская, иеромонах Роман - Ах,как птицы поют

Oh, how the birds sing! How not to sing in captivity!
I please you, God's word - Freedom!
Nightingales, nightingales! I would like to die
Under the Akathist of this kind.
Do not look for the essence of malice in me,
Who changes the Creator for a creation?
Postpone human judgment for now,
Open your hearts for a moment.
So rejoice, rejoice, bad weather,
Do the people living here a favor.
Do praise without words until morning,
Call on Grace to the neighborhood.
What attracts you here from overseas latitudes,
It is much more satisfying and beautiful there.
Or the will is not the same, or the air is not the same?
Know, and you cannot live without Russia.
Where are you, my judges? I stand before you
And I'm ready to secure my head
That, as long as we sing like that before God,
Nothing will happen in Russia!

May 29, 1996. Skeet Vetrovo