The dawns were fading in the sky,

The dawns were fading in the sky, The winds in the garden died down, Happy days by the sea They forgot to fix the problem. Spas went to prayer every day To the top of Mount Olive, So that human eyes do not stare How can we pray, only the dawns. I'm in too much trouble all day, Having given prayers all night, Bo for Nyogo Rozmov with Father Sweet, sweet, welcoming. And the soul rose to the sky: "Abba, Father!" - Vaughn screamed. – How do you need the strength of Men, Old Man? Because this world is earthly.” The words of humility flow quietly, Petya ryasny irrigates the cholo: “Holy Father, today is my day, It’s no good for you.” The place slept quietly, laboriously, In the gardens here the sichi were screaming, The black and gloomy climb was dashing, To destroy evil... Oh, soon that night of Gethsemane, You will come to sell more, Ale are nothing for Christ, How will you kiss your lips? Jesus will come early to the people, I will be making people happy again. You will cross the Jordan water, To go beyond the eyes of the Pharisee. There is no more pain like Golgotha, Another year of suffering has not come. Sin to Old Man catches up with people Through faith in the soul there is repentance. So you can hear the call of Jesus, Do you see prayer at home? I like the soul of spokus You can always sound in zhurbi.