Текст песни Неизвестен - Смолкли вечерние звуки свирели

Silent evening sound of the flute
 
Songs of sadness and tears.
 
In a dream plunged into its cradle
 
Quiet baby Christ.
 
Next to his cradle downtime.
 
Watchman winged worth
 
Dear baby sleep St.
 
Light Archangel stores.
 
 
 
Tender mother at the bedside Bambino
 
Whispering his prayer:
 
For myself, my gracious Father
 
You grow Tiny UIS.
 
I know that hard feat, sacred
 
Wonderful son waiting.
 
I know that He has for the sins of the whole universe
 
In sacrifice Himself will bring.
 
 
 
Suppose that rises higher and higher
 
Life of my baby,
 
Someone there every day and breathes
 
Every soul in the world
 
The stars shine over the house of Christ,
 
Generously send their rays,
 
His glory without end proclaim,
 
Jesus sing songs.