In eternal twilight, and not in a carcer;
halo of the candles that don't burn away,
Now you are lying under Holy Shroud
for so long - it's nearly forty thousand days.
We hope for you, Father!
Help defeat foe army!
Give us patience, power,
So that we resist!
Everything has come true: the massacres, fires,
and the suffocating stench, stinck of the camp,
and of our comrades the insidious lying
and the deaths of soldiers we can never count...
ashes - desecrated, Russian land is bleeding,
Our Father's House, where we loved to pray,
House so ancient - now it is turned to prison
they turned into barracks, we are - their prey! ..
Seraphim Sarovsky! Come in Christ, endow us!
Put the saving cross, hope - into our hands!
And again in Russia let the golden churches
Toll, the good news gospel float in the sky!
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