Текст песни отец Геннадий. Странник 1 - 2 Белые ангелы

White angels, white angels, white birds away,
Soul tired and overdue would transmit to the ground.
What this darling, poor martyr, fell to worry,
How much betrayal and bullying made true mother.

How many hardships and humiliation pride humbled her,
Tears doubt in the years of persecution torture beasts burned out.
Camp outside the camp, thought prayer, if only God had mercy,
By the power of God they survived the battle, in the churches to kiss the threshold.

Darling poor eternal skitalitsey become the world walk
World unnecessary, eternal wanderer - no place to lay the head.
White angels, white angels, white birds away,
Soul tired and overdue would transmit to the ground.