Текст песни Отец Евгений - Вот скоро настанет мой праздник

That will come soon my holiday:
The last and my first feast.
My soul is sadly one look
On the local abandoned by the world. 2%

Me and wash their pricheshut
Doting gentle hand,
And a new dress dressed
As if on a great holiday.

And in the house all the lamps will light
And there are canons read.
All will pray fervently
In eternal life accompany.

On the streets of the bustling crowd
Everyone will go and cry.
Covered with golden parchёy
I'll be lying in the tomb.

During loud solemn singing,
When the glare of wax candles,
When the unfortunate silence of a quiet
I'll meet friends and relatives.

Enemies I bow low,
Without fear to me fit,
And in the silence of a peaceful mock
Last to first consider.

We go down to the grave soon
My dead, lifeless corpse.
Today, as soon as I found out:
There is no perfect happiness here.

In the tomb I have omitted,
Mother went home away
As soon as the moon over the grave
Melancholy lights all night.

I left the mir this dark,
Enveloped all the fuss.
Last time I looked.
Bliss and eternal peace.