Никита Рязанский [Nikita Ryazanskij] [English translation]

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.

• Artist:Boris Grebenshchikov
• Album:Русский альбом (1992)