Scarlet gloom in the heavenly mob
Drew fire brink.
I have come to your vespers,
Polevaya wilderness.
Not an easy my koshnytsa,
But the blue eyes of the day.
I know, Mother Earth Chernitsa,
We are all close relatives.
We parted in the distance and expanse
Under an azure wing.
But szovet us out hymnals
The glow of the dawn of a psalm.
And we will come across the plains
For the truth of the cross soshego
Light pigeon books
Give drink to his mouth.
