The Church of Christ is the axis, the power! All children of the glorious Creator, Nemov the dove, the krill looms, To fly into the sky to the Father. I want to worry about the Church’s share In the midst of the darkness there is evil, That will of God is invincible - I The Church of the Lord stands. The path of the Church is covered with slimes, With brushes on these roads, It wasn’t hammered in at all, Hotch was dying in the camps. From the Colosseum to the Gulags The saints have lost their traces, Above them are hundreds of God's banners - From Rome we went to Vorkuta. It was not fanfare that sang, Crowns of laurel were not woven - Warriors and Roman commissars The cells were kept in cold conditions. When the earth raged among the grasses, It was a long time before life, They fled home in the morning, And all around is the taiga. My heart ached, but my husband There, behind the thorny darts, Songs of praise were sung together The rations were shared with the brothers. I want to be tragic in the Church’s paths, And at the same time this is so great - For all the suffering in heaven I'm looking for peace and quiet. Still the Church on earth - Suffering will never be forgotten, Pekelni brami, sily evil This is how you want to deceive. The Church has an expensive store, I know the Holy Spirit. Such a gift that we have, There is nowhere else in the world. Also, Church of God, don’t bother, Your Name is already coming, In the brilliant spring, look forward, Look out for Jesus - He is coming!
