Lyrics Жанна Бичевская - Всем Святым, в Земле Российской просиявшим
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H7 Em
По руслам щек, по желобу морщин
E7 Am
Течет река соленых слез молитвы
H Em D C
За православных женщин и мужчин,
Am H7 Em
За всех, кто пал за Русь на поле битвы.
Далекие от жизненных утех
Заступники-отцы и страстотерпцы,
Вы принимали на себя наш грех,
В огне лампад горело ваше сердце.
Вы принимали на себя наш грех,
В огне лампад горело ваше сердце.
Святая вера, ты, как нить времен,
Связала нас в один канат с народом,
Который и талантлив, и умен,
И своего же кормит антипода.
Терпение русское, я не пойму,
Нам во спасенье или во проклятье?
Французы бы разрушили тюрьму,
Мы как Христос готовы на распятье.
Французы бы разрушили тюрьму,
Мы как Христос готовы на распятье.
Но я горжусь, что выпало здесь жить,
И счастлив от сознания простого,
Что предначертано России быть
Подножием Господнего престола.
Земли не знаю лучше и добрей
И не стесняюсь за свою предвзятость.
В тиши скитов, в стенах монастырей
Духовный труд стяжал России святость.
В тиши скитов, в стенах монастырей
Духовный труд стяжал России святость.
Я рос в атеистической стране,
Но не впитал безбожия заразу.
И пробил час, и просияли мне
В земле Российской все святые сразу.
И пробил час, и просияли мне
В земле Российской все святые сразу.
По руслам щек, по желобу морщин
Течет река соленых слез молитвы
За православных женщин и мужчин,
За всех, кто пал за Русь на поле битвы.
За православных женщин и мужчин
За всех, кто пал за Русь на поле битвы.
За всех, кто пал за Русь на поле битвы.
За всех, кто пал за Русь на поле битвы.
H7 Em
Along the cheek beds, along the wrinkle gutter
E7 Am
Flowing river of salty tears of prayer
H Em D C
For Orthodox women and men
Am H7 Em
For all those who fell for Russia on the battlefield.
Far from life pleasures
Fathers and Passion-bearers,
You took upon ourselves our sin
Your hearth burned in the fire of a lamp.
You took upon ourselves our sin
Your hearth burned in the fire of a lamp.
Holy faith, you are like a thread of time
Tied us in one rope with the people,
Who is both talented and smart
And feeds the antipode of its own.
Russian patience, I do not understand
To us in salvation or in damnation?
The French would destroy the prison
We, as Christ, are ready to be crucified.
The French would destroy the prison
We, as Christ, are ready to be crucified.
But I am proud to live here,
And happy from the consciousness of the simple,
What is destined to be Russia
The foot of the throne of the Lord.
Earth I do not know better and kinder
And do not hesitate for their bias.
In the silence of the monasteries, in the walls of monasteries
Spiritual labor acquired holiness to Russia.
In the silence of the monasteries, in the walls of monasteries
Spiritual labor acquired holiness to Russia.
I grew up in an atheistic country,
But godlessness did not absorb the infection.
And struck an hour, and brightened me
In the Russian land all the saints at once.
And struck an hour, and brightened me
In the Russian land all the saints at once.
Along the cheek beds, along the wrinkle gutter
Flowing river of salty tears of prayer
For Orthodox women and men
For all those who fell for Russia on the battlefield.
For Orthodox women and men
For all those who fell for Russia on the battlefield.
For all those who fell for Russia on the battlefield.
For all those who fell for Russia on the battlefield.
Along the cheek beds, along the wrinkle gutter
E7 Am
Flowing river of salty tears of prayer
H Em D C
For Orthodox women and men
Am H7 Em
For all those who fell for Russia on the battlefield.
Far from life pleasures
Fathers and Passion-bearers,
You took upon ourselves our sin
Your hearth burned in the fire of a lamp.
You took upon ourselves our sin
Your hearth burned in the fire of a lamp.
Holy faith, you are like a thread of time
Tied us in one rope with the people,
Who is both talented and smart
And feeds the antipode of its own.
Russian patience, I do not understand
To us in salvation or in damnation?
The French would destroy the prison
We, as Christ, are ready to be crucified.
The French would destroy the prison
We, as Christ, are ready to be crucified.
But I am proud to live here,
And happy from the consciousness of the simple,
What is destined to be Russia
The foot of the throne of the Lord.
Earth I do not know better and kinder
And do not hesitate for their bias.
In the silence of the monasteries, in the walls of monasteries
Spiritual labor acquired holiness to Russia.
In the silence of the monasteries, in the walls of monasteries
Spiritual labor acquired holiness to Russia.
I grew up in an atheistic country,
But godlessness did not absorb the infection.
And struck an hour, and brightened me
In the Russian land all the saints at once.
And struck an hour, and brightened me
In the Russian land all the saints at once.
Along the cheek beds, along the wrinkle gutter
Flowing river of salty tears of prayer
For Orthodox women and men
For all those who fell for Russia on the battlefield.
For Orthodox women and men
For all those who fell for Russia on the battlefield.
For all those who fell for Russia on the battlefield.
For all those who fell for Russia on the battlefield.