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PETER Athos

Author of poetry and music, AK Kholmogorov
 
The sun was in the west slopes,
my joy in the Lord is silent.
Athos I to Peter in prison
I come running from the grievous sin.
 
Pray of Saint Nicholas:
all my heavy fetters
in my heart I'll keep till,
sin joyless days.
 
As Peter Athos Hear
and enter through a locked door,
I promised the Lord to serve,
and now a prisoner of its losses.
 
Promises of holy Baptism,
and now only tears and shame.
Will the Lord for forgiveness,
than cleanse his uncertain eyes?
 
Simeon soon
let him come through the wall of oblivion,
will let the words of his reproach
pure lives in the sky.
 
They live among the holy fathers
and they do not know the darkness of sin,
let them invest their simple words
in the twilight of my conscience, in prison.
 
The sun was in the evening Clones
my joy in the Lord is silent,
I will leave the gloomy dungeon,
Bring me Peter's hand!
 
The Reverend Father Peter,
pray for us.