Nikita Ryazansky
Was building town and he lacked one nail.
Nikita Ryazansky
Stretched out his palms and saw raindrops in them;
Nikita Ryazansky
Left the town and went out into a garden.
Nikita Ryazansky,
Leave the elder and teach those who are young...
Saint Sophia
Having learnt about him, came home to him;
Saint Sophia
Was looking for him and found him under a bush;
She baptized him
With salty bread and bitter wine,
And they prayed and laughed together:
Look, Lord:
A fortress, and a fear is from the fortress.
And we, the children, are in Your hands,
Teach us to see You
Behind every misfortune...
Take, Lord, this bread and wine,
Look, Lord, here we go to the bottom;
Teach us to breathe underwater...
Nine thousand churches
Are waiting for Him, because He must save;
Nine thousand churches
Are searching for Him, and cannot find Him;
That night it was raining again,
And the fire burned down, only smoke is left to us.
But the town will be saved,
While three of us
Continue to speak with Him:
Look, Lord:
A fortress, and a fear from the fortress.
And we, the children, are in Your hands,
Teach us to see You
Behind every grief...
Take, Lord, this bread and wine,
Look, Lord, here we go to the bottom;
Teach us to breathe underwater.