Текст песни Покрово-Тервенический монастырь - Приими мя, пустыне

Accept me, deserts,
Thou child of his mother,
In a quiet and bezmlvnoe
Nѣdro her.
Do not scold, desert,
Bugaboo their
Otobѣgoshago from lukavnyya
Whore of the world.
About prekrasenaya desert
Merry Dubravica!
Have loved thee more than the bo
Tsareskyh chertog
And gilded polat.
And poidee in luzѣh
The red grapes thy
Various tsvѣtets tvoih,
Dyhayusche from the air
Vѣtretsem small,
Moving from woody
Vѣtvie his curly.
And Thou shall hud zvѣr,
Edin skyty
and bѣgaya chelovѣk
And mnogomyatezhnyya sowing life
And sѣdya, weeping and wailing,
In the deep and wild
Nѣdrѣ your:
O Lord the King!
Enjoy on me hast
Zemenyho good,
And do not deprive Me
Tsarestviya your heavenly.