Текст песни Иеромонах Роман - Прибит на крест моей неправдой...

Nailed to the cross of my lie,
Than justified before Thee?
My reviled Joy,
My Crucified Love!

The salvation of your love of tea,
While praying, I ask only that,
That life is a moment of silence
I passed before Your Cross.

And to be crucified continually
Looks Prevysshaya Heaven
And with the grieving John
Soraspinaetsya you.

And I stand witness to the third,
After hanging on the shoulder of the hood.
Zvonar broadcasts, like a hinge,
My vicious fate.

And I cursed his craftiness,
In which I grew up in the cradle.
- My soul, soul, repent,
Yes, Christ have mercy on you!

Oh, my God, I'm covered with leprosy!
Kissing Your bloody sweat,
Gvozdin kissing ulcers
I sobbed bitterly, like a Peter.

May 23, 1982, the Pechora