Днесь висит на древе - Хор Оптина Пустынь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hanging hangs on the tree, the same on the waters of the ground. Hanging: the crown from Turning is subject to the temper, the king's izhelov: in the false bugger, dressing the sky clouds: the exacerbation of the seishes, and in Jordan freedom Adam: the nails come into the groom church: a copy of the Son of the Virgin. We give up your passion, Christ: we are paying the passion of yours, Christ: we are kicked by your passion, Christ, show us and glorious your resurrection.