Текст песни Иеромонах Роман - Что во имя свое сотворил, беспощадно порушу

What in the name of his made ​​- ruthlessly Porush
And , having risen in the morning, pobredu , loss of fame .
Golden omophorion prayers shrouded Soul
Ognezrachnym repentance adorn the crown of the head .

Idle talk peace and beauty of its note
Day camp buffoonery and fill cry in the night :
" Gird me chastity of the Blessed ,
And wine peeled His plea exuding .

Napo will whiten , brighten ! Created on me ready ,
Grehopletstvo my mercy blot out from the heart .
Inscribed in it forever Sweetest Name of Christ ,
Oh Immaculate Virgin, praying Wonderful Mother & gt ;.