Ансамбль Сирин - Стихира на погребение - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

“I cry and sob, I am always thinking of death and pouring in the coffin lying, in the image of God created by our beauty - ugly, artless, not having a form. About miracles! What is this hedgehog about us (which was accomplished with us) the sacrament? What is the betrayal? What kind of death (connected with death)? Truly God, as it was written, is also written, served as a naughty repose ”