Текст песни Хор московского Сретенского монастыря - Тебе одеющагося светом яко ризою

You odeyuschagosya light a garment Thou
snem Joseph Tree with Nicodemus,
and having seen dead Naga nepogrebena,
gracious weeping susceptible,
glagolashe sobbing:
Alas, most sweet Jesus,
Whose sun on a Minor Cross
dependence uzrevshih oblagashesya darkness,
and the earth fear kolebashesya,
and razdirashesya church curtain:
but behold now I see Thee, for the sake of Me
podemsha willed death.
Kako cellar Thee My God,
or with what obviyu linen?
Kojima whether hands touch
Your body incorruptible?
I will sing a song or cue
Your end of generous,
Your honor the passion,
Your pesnoslovlyu and burial
from Sunday, zovy:
Lord, thank You.