Архиерейский хор Нижегородской Епархии - Вижу райские в небе поля
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I see paradise in the sky fields

I see the road rushed to hell,

Therefore, the earth did not die,

That the monks pray to God about everyone ...

Because in the summer in apples the garden

And in the spring rivers pour,

That, having rebelled from sins and weapons

Praise God and the world of people

No matter how dexter and angry Satan,

He is not higher than the creator of the universe.

On the knees, native country,

May sin be washed away a tear of repentance

Mother of God, my mother,

You pray to us the son of a saint,

May the judge replace anger to mercy -

The embodied God's word.

May the cross become a saint over Russia

And temples and souls will open,

And great heavenly peace

The roar of the crowd will never break

And when God calls for court

And the sky and the abyss will open,

Everyone will rise to the last threshold,

But sobbing there is already without use.

I see paradise in the sky fields

I see the road rushed to hell,

Therefore, the earth did not die,

That the monks pray to God about everyone ...