Текст песни Иеромонах Роман - Белый храм над рекою...

White Temple over the river -
Alabaster purity.
gracious peace
Delight yourself in the crosses.
Catches a moment,
Drops on bushes,
Pray for singing
Carefree Ptah.
At night the stars are predicting,
Morning dew burn
And silently uzhedshie
With the photos look.
On the granite slabs
Through the moss, the dirt,
I fear the words of a prayer
And poet ligature.
What a familiar
Unrequited in syllables
- "I am now at home,
You, passer-by, a party. "
Do not read writer
Its simple labor.
Give rest, the Creator,
Zde lying people.
The sun plays in drops,
Lick feathered singing.
And I go, choosing,
Where is my place here.
And sometimes stand
Between the wet bushes.
And bury me
(God forbid, under the cross).

Saturday before Palm,
14 - 22 April 1989
n. Kyarov