Seraphim Sarovsky!

In eternal twilight, and not in a carcer; halo of the candles that don't burn away, Now you are lying under Holy Shroud for so long - it's nearly forty thousand days. We hope for you, Father! Help defeat foe army! Give us patience, power, So that we resist! Everything has come true: the massacres, fires, and the suffocating stench, stinck of the camp, and of our comrades the insidious lying and the deaths of soldiers we can never count... ashes - desecrated, Russian land is bleeding, Our Father's House, where we loved to pray, House so ancient - now it is turned to prison they turned into barracks, we are - their prey! .. Seraphim Sarovsky! Come in Christ, endow us! Put the saving cross, hope - into our hands! And again in Russia let the golden churches Toll, the good news gospel float in the sky!