Хор Московского Сретенского монастыря - Плачу и рыдаю егда помышляю смерть - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I cry and sob, I am always thinking of death, and there is a flirting in the coffin lying in the image of God created by our beauty, disgrace, unclean, not having a species. About miracles! That this hedgehog about us is a mystery; what a dump of smithereens; how to get down to death; Truly the God of God, as it was written, was supposedly supposedly mentioned.