Ах, прекрасная Варвара, ты страдала от отца,
Ты страдала от отца.
Со творения Божьего мира ты познала всех Творца,
Ты познала всех Творца.
Тело резали ремнями, а отец стоял, смотрел,
А отец стоял, смотрел.
Как лилася кровь ручьями, а безбожник свирепел,
А безбожник свирепел.
Крест на камне начертила, как на мягком на песку,
Как на мягком на песку.
Претерпела дева муки - Он воздал тебе венец.
Он воздал тебе венец.
Ах, прекрасная Варвара, ты страдала от отца.
Ты страдала от отца.
Со творения Божьего мира ты познала всех Творца,
Ты познала всех Творца.
Ah, beautiful Barbara, you suffered from your father,
You suffered from your father.
From the creation of God's world you have known the Creator of all
You have known the Creator of all.
The body was cut with straps, and the father stood, looked,
And my father stood looking.
As the blood flowed in streams, and the atheist grew furious,
And the godless was fierce.
A cross on a stone drew, as on a soft on the sand,
How soft on the sand.
The maiden of torment has suffered - He has given you a crown.
He gave you a crown.
Ah, beautiful Barbara, you suffered from your father.
You suffered from your father.
From the creation of God's world you have known the Creator of all
You have known the Creator of all.