Текст песни Иеромонах Роман - Да исправится молитва моя

Postpone care,
time come to repentance,
Let us listen, brethren, singing
Days of Lent:
"Let my prayer be as incense, before thee:
Vozdeyanie up of my hands - the evening sacrifice "

Brothers sang a simple,
in the monastery sing,
And holy melody
It is comforting the sorrowful people.
Let my prayer be as incense, before thee:
Vozdeyanie up of my hands - the evening sacrifice.

Sighs and groans are heard:
"God did not leave me"
And bowing whacky
It beats the chains clanking.
Let my prayer be as incense, before thee:
Vozdeyanie up of my hands - the evening sacrifice.

"This sorrow I do not measure", -
heavy bass complain.
"I opened the door of repentance," -
crying bitterly prodigal son.
Let my prayer be as incense, before thee:
Vozdeyanie up of my hands - the evening sacrifice.

A famous bell ringer
brings ringing sadness,
Have you had been killed,
Oh, my Holy Russia?
Let my prayer be as incense, before thee:
Vozdeyanie up of my hands - the evening sacrifice.