On the quiet banks of the Moscow
churches, crowned with crosses,
Shine dilapidated head
Above the monastery walls.
Around prostrated hills
I will never chopped trees,
It has long been resting there
Saint relics.
On the quiet banks of the Moscow
churches, crowned with crosses,
Shine dilapidated head
Above the monastery walls.
Around prostrated hills
I will never chopped trees,
It has long been resting there
Saint relics.
