Lyrics Неизвестен - Смолкли вечерние звуки свирели
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Смолкли вечерние звуки свирели
Песни печали и слез.
В сон погрузился в Своей колыбели
Тихо малютка Христос.
Рядом с Его колыбелью простою.
Сторож крылатый стоит,
Сон дорогого малютки Святого
Светлый архангел хранит.
Нежная мать у постели Дитяти
Шепчет молитву свою:
Сам для Себя мой Отец благодатный
Ты расти Крошку сию.
Знаю, что подвиг тяжёлый, священный
Сына чудесного ждёт.
Знаю, что Он за грехи всей вселенной
В жертву Себя принесёт.
Пусть поднимается выше и выше
Жизнь моего Малыша,
Кем каждый день существует и дышит
Всякая в мире душа
Звезды над домом Христовым сияют,
Щедро лучи свои шлют,
Славу Его без конца возвещают,
Песни Иисусу поют.
The evening sounds of pigs fell silent
Songs of sadness and tears.
I plunged into his cradle in his cradle
Quietly baby Christ.
Near his cradle is simple.
The winged watchman is worth
Sleep of an expensive baby saint
The bright archangel stores.
Tender mother at the bed of a child
Whispers his prayer:
My father is fertile for myself
You grow this crumb.
I know that the feat is heavy, sacred
Waiting a wonderful son.
I know what kind of sins of the whole universe
Will sacrifice himself.
Let it rise higher and higher
My baby's life
Who exists and breathes every day
Every soul in the world
The stars are shining over the house of Christ,
Generously the rays of their shock,
His glory is announced endlessly,
Songs of Jesus sing.
Songs of sadness and tears.
I plunged into his cradle in his cradle
Quietly baby Christ.
Near his cradle is simple.
The winged watchman is worth
Sleep of an expensive baby saint
The bright archangel stores.
Tender mother at the bed of a child
Whispers his prayer:
My father is fertile for myself
You grow this crumb.
I know that the feat is heavy, sacred
Waiting a wonderful son.
I know what kind of sins of the whole universe
Will sacrifice himself.
Let it rise higher and higher
My baby's life
Who exists and breathes every day
Every soul in the world
The stars are shining over the house of Christ,
Generously the rays of their shock,
His glory is announced endlessly,
Songs of Jesus sing.