Ochag - Акафист
текст песни

The altar has decayed,
enveloping the offerings in smoke
casting a dim light
into the empty nooks
of the mossy fortress.
The shaky shutters
muffle with a creak the cries
of the harbingers of melancholy.
The roots of misfortune rot underground,
As soon as dawn breaks, they will drag us down with them.
Cast-iron shackles thunder the Akathist along the highways
And only to them I trust
to hold me in their arms.
Here, rusty threads
sing
a lullaby,
in which a cold storm erases
epitaphs from granite pages