Валаамского - Ангел вопияше - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The angel is worse than the most blessed: pure girl, rejoice! And packs of the river, rejoice! Your son is risen from the tarticular from the coffin and the dead erected: people, cheerful!

Smack, glow, new Jerusalem, the glory of God to you to be alone. July now and have fun, Zion. You are pure, Beat, the Virgin, about the surroundings of your birth.