Текст песни Екатерина Муратова - Эта ноша, Господь, для меня тяжела

This burden, Lord, for me hard,
It's too much for me - I was very small.
This cup is bitter, not drunk - drunk
Pacific groan filled days and nights.

This burden is beyond my shoulders -
Hands women are not created by the Creator for the sword,
This battle, I was exhausting, cramped,
Dawit pain - I cut in it, as in the granite.

This life - not for women, the weak, the sick,
But appealing to you, I do not have a -
I do not ask everyone to pick up, all to appease, to crush -
Only filled with Thee, give me the strength to live.

Do not ask: Get! Otodvinu! Take away!
Save and mercy! From bowls save!
But please, let's all power to reside,
To thy love to me by a new become!
But please, let's all power to reside,
Dying in you, I rise again!