Текст песни Священник Максим Каскун - На высоком холме

On a high hill,
Where there is no cross,
Where the grave has long been
I grew covered with moss.

There's a thousand years
The ancient old man lies,
From the incorruptible eyes of his
Miro sharpens.

Chorus:
Lord, have mercy on the Orthodox people
And forgive all sinners that they are coming to You!
Mother of God, save the country,
Poor sufferer and my homeland!
Poor sufferer and my homeland!

Tears roll down
From the holy eyes,
Sanctifying under itself
A small stream.

And the holy water
The brook flows
And prayer will be inspired
Everyone who drinks.

Chorus.