Хор Московского Сретенского монастыря - Великая Суббота.Тебе одеющагося светом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

To you, the blankets of the light as a risa, / I will be Joseph from the Tree with the Nicodemus, / and seeing the dead Naga is immodble, / hut the grater, / sobbing the verb: / Alas, the sweetest Jesus! / He also right the sun on the cross of the ugre, / is worn in darkness, / and the earth is fluctuated with fear, / and tearing the church curtain: / but now there is a visible of the spars, / for the sake of the will to rise death. / How I will bite my God; / or I’ll turn it off with a raincoat; / Koima Lee Rukama touched your body imperfect; / or Kiya Songs will use your outcome, generous; / I am magnifious by your passions, / I will chant and your burial, with the resurrection, the vicinity: / Lord, glory to you.