Текст песни Полина Терентьева, Варвара Котова - В древние-древние годы

In the ancient and ancient years,
The street of the evil village
Virgin Mary
The country wandered poor.
The evening began to frosty,
Blizzard spinning bind
Timidly knocking
Virgo under every window.
Tearly asked for shelter
On a cold, rainy night.
Everywhere ruthlessly persecuted
The stranger is poor away.
Cried the Mother of God,
Cried not about Yourself
And about those who didn't give shelter,
About their fate befell.
My God, have mercy on the Son
Soften the heart of the slaves.
Malicious and stiff-necked
Give repentance cover.
First heard those tears
From the mountain heights of life
The ancient prophet thunderer,
Malice punisher Ilya.
Thunder struck unexpectedly
In fierce blizzard, in frost
Wails of not screaming
Wind to the Virgin reported.
Sees: povit flaming,
Suffering people rushing.
Asking for the Peace Advocate,
Tears, sob name.
Pity burned in Her heart:
God, forgive them all evil!
From the shoulders Your cover unfolded
And they all covered the village.
Grace not uttered
Softened by the prophet Elijah,
Holy Mother, saved them
Marvelous mercy is Yours.
From year to year in the night
By morning from the see of the worlds
Russia still covers
Virgin Most Pokrov.