In the night, the way in Bethlehem,
The Star will indicate to herders
The Son of God is born into the world,
Irod is in fear, God guard.
Not the owner and not a tsar,
His cross is his abode.
He, who ascended to the altar,
He is with you, he is the savior.
Death and terror find him not now,
Not now, and only then the innocent on the cross.
Your death, it's here, somewhere near,
Your death behind your own back.
And you can't go, you can't run away, only met the eye
You understand, that it's came for you today.
Give eye to a blind,
Gove to a crippled feet and hands,
Everyone understands words
And for all - the torments are reward.
To bear faith and love,
To knock in every house,
On the thorny path
Will measure the short life.
You surely know that your friend Judas sows evil,
You know that you'll crucified among the crowd.