Текст песни Иеромонах Фотий - Ты не пой, соловей

Do not Sing, nightingale, near my cell,
And my prayer does not bother me, nightingale.
I myself have many years in this world of suffering,
Has gone through a lot of trouble and joy did not know.

And now I'm afraid, and destiny, and the people,
And grief I share with my close keley.
Fly, nightingale flies away to those regions,
Fly away as quickly as possible, where my homeland.

Whistling softly to her as I am sick soul,
Remembering her in tears.
I want to forget those past days,
And I should only love rosaries alone.

I want to forget the deceptive light
And so I decided to live the rest of his years.
Arrives, the nightingale, when I finish the way,
At the grave of my then sit down to rest.

Do not Sing, nightingale, near my cell,
And my prayer does not bother me, nightingale ...

Song Hieromonk Roman Matyushina