Текст песни Иеромонах Роман - Раскрою я Псалтирь Святую

I will reveal the Holy Psalter,
Candle lamp zateplilas,
Robe thrown over his thin,
With David will sing together.

O Lord, our Lord,
Yako wonderful Thy name.

The window looks are not obvious,
In the frosty moon rim.
On the yellowed pages
Pour in the pure light of it.

King of Kings, clothing the poor,
You gave the world to help Mother.
Her Perishing,
Maybe me to recover.

The soul of a wounded bird
Like life, words of bites
And wax from flowing gvechi
In the palm of hot tears.

Each glory beat bows
For those who are friend and foe me
And at the heart of light, calm,
Like that night in the moonlight.

No prayer is not fuck,
As soon resound psaltery.
Solid gold crosses
Pskov-Caves Monastery.

1985