Текст песни Протоиерей Олег Скобля - По иконе катится слеза

As a tear rolled icon of Our Lady,
Chimes.
On vozduseh ever you are standing,
In the blue robe
On Mount Athos.

After long days of sin, in the forgiveness Sunday,
With tears in my eyes,
In penance against the king's gate knelt down,
I whisper: Mother Superior, I'm sorry.

Blue smoke of incense, like flowers,
In the careful hands are angels,
Athos monasteries white, lit candles,
Over the coming journey.

After long days of sin, in the forgiveness Sunday,
With tears in my eyes,
In penance against the king's gate knelt down,
I whisper: Mother Superior, I'm sorry.

I stand from many sins,
Do not raise my eyes to the face of the most pure,
Crying Mother of God that we live not so,
As the Lord taught.