Валаамский Хор - 6 псалом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Words are simple, 6 psalm at church-Slavyansky:

Lord, yes, not a yarriasis of the presence of me, below the anger of yours. Someone, Lord, Yako is dismissed to Es: Heal, Mr., Yako, kneading my bones, and my soul confused animals (strongly): And you, Lord, Doco; Please, Lord, get rid of my soul, save my sake for gravity, I can join you in death, in the hell who will take you; My sinking sink, I am messenger for all the goal of my bed, my Omochu's tears. Measured from the rage of the eye, the lists in all sorts of myself. Return from Mene VSI making lawlessness, I will hear the Lord of the crying of mine: I will hear the Lord of My Prayer, the Lord Prayer will come. Yes, I will be ashamed and smiled by the DSI, my vitations will be given, and the beard will be ashamed soon.