Свято-Успенская Святогорская Лавра - Царице моя Преблагая... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My queen is subtle, my Mother of God, a friend of the blue and strange performers, mourning the joy, offended by the patroness! I see my misfortune, your sorrows, help my sorrows, like it is weak, murder me as strange. My resentment, allow the one, he will allow the one, as if you are not the imam of the very help of you, nor other representatives, nor vigor of the comforter, to you, about the Mother of God, like preserving me and cover it forever and ever. Amen.