Текст песни иерей Тремаскин Евгений - На Пасхе

On Easter

Although he is now not a mogrene
Our lost nation
And ringing silent bells
His prayer is not calling

But the voice of the heart is initial
In his soul still sounds
And in the bright day of the first day,
-"Christ is Risen!" - is talking.

Then, humble ancient forces,
In the capture of the cemetery gates,
There are people to their native graves,
Going, goes, goes, goes ...

And on the graves of the warm candle
And crush bread, and feed birds,
And prays and makes meetings
With the cherished bed of lovely persons.

The voice of the heart can not strangle
It is not destroyed
And everyone who has a soul
Dust to believe and live.