Текст песни Александр Емельянов, о. Игорь Мыльников - Гора Афон

Mount Athos, holy mountain.
I do not know your beauty
And your earthly paradise
And under you rustling waters

I have not seen your top
As your spire dug into the clouds
What are the pictures on you
What is your view from afar.

I have not seen the holy mountain
Your rapids, sheer cliffs
And how beautiful is the distance of the sea,
When the sun was burning down

I don't draw you
About these wonderful beauties
I can't put a song down
She freezes in my mouth

I know one, one thing right
I am about you, mountain of miracles,
What are you mysterious, immense
And not far from heaven

I know who owns you,
Who is your inheritance?
Keeps you, cherishes you
Queen of heights

The Queen is wonderful, the Queen
Peoples of all and all times
She is a mountain force
Destroyed your dark captivity

Through the gloom of antiquity deep
I see a sinner, as now
Ship rushing lonely
And in him is the king, the prophet, the daughter

He rushes from Palestine
On the island of Cyprus its flight
And suddenly worried the deep
The ship attaches to Athos

At the cry of the idol of Apollo
Hurry up to meet Mary
And recognize the crowds of Athos.
In it the God of the True Mother

"This Mountain" - advertising Tsarina
Let it be my lot
From here stretch my right hand
The usual shelter over the bridge sim

This place I will not forget
Always intercessor to him
I will petition him
For ever to my Son

And there you have an Athos resident
Servant is my faithful servant of Christ
The heavenly abode is ready
People of faith and works

Advertising Queen, confirmed
To holy grief your love
All the faithful blessed there
And in Cyprus, the ship rushed again

And there she shows her face
Talking to his slave
Fate itself controls them
And watching over the life of their earthly.