Текст песни Хор Пюхтицкого монастыря - На севере дальнем...

In the far north of the lake country,
Where a dense forest rustles,
In the wonderful, wonderful on the sacred mountain
Abode is holy.

There sister humbly with dawn to dusk
Far from everyday worries
In prayer, spend all the years of their
For the Russian people are great.

There's sad to comfort his grief
And the wanderer finds Priya.
There's the poor and needy of this world
With love give assistance.

And every morning over the dense forest of the forest
Spacing jingle bells,
It has long been familiar, beloved mother
Humility Lord's Prayer.

And even though a lot of it is hidden sadness and tears
Under the arch monastery peaceful,
But how mysterious gentle dreams
Born in the heart of prayer.

Poems written in 1942 POWs RB Michael; POW camp was located near Pühtitsa Convent.