In the sky there are crows, under the sky, monks and I between them in an embroidered shirt,
I lay in the open, light and comfortable, and the sun is more mature, and the wind is younger.
I was buried in the hulk of the temple, I was a bride, a beautiful lady.
My soul stood beside and sang, but people, in disbelief, looked at the body.
Fate and prayer changed places, my beloved and cross banner was silent,
His face barely illuminated his light, forgave him. I forgave him everything.
Spring trembled from the sad ringing, brushed three drops on the faces of the icon,
That peacefully rested between her hands, she was kissed by a cheerful flame.
The candle burned down, the censer fell, the Earth groaned, turned into a grave.
I rushed into the sky for easy tit, now I am at liberty, I am White Bird.
zletev goodbye, circling over the family, I laughed, their grief is not understanding.
We will meet soon, but we will be different, there is an eternal will, a flock calls for me.
