Псалтирь - Молитвы по кафисме 18 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Lord, yes, not a yarriasis of your appearance, below your anger is pushing me. Vladyko Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God Zhivago, Pomemuy Majunago, Neshgo, Nazigo, Lenivago, Neradivago, Precoslovnago, Okayannago, Bludnik, Adulgender, Malakia, Maladle, Square, Bludenago, Ungratago, Nemokostovago, Burnago, Piyanitsa, burned Soviet, impersonal , Iondennago, unrequited, unworthy of your humans, and worthy of any torture, and geenna, and flour. And not for the sake of many of the bricks of my sins, the set of conclusions, to the ridder, flour; But humbly me, Yako is dismissed, I am, and the soul, and the flesh, and the mind, and the frightened, and imagine the fate of your fate, unworthy of your slave, the prayers of the Mother of the Mother of the Virgin, and all the saints, from the century to you of the landscair: Yako Blessed Yes eyelids of centuries, amen.