Y holy Mother Matrona

pouring sounds of the liturgy ,
Heart , recalled after ,
precious relics of saints ,
A holy God, the bride
troubles away from me you are challenged,
For the Lord give me a cuddle closely
You are the candle of heaven , live ,
Okormi us destitute of all ,
and petitions from the sky singing ,
All you talking softly

Before the shrine of a wonderful stand , Like a vyshiny you with a good face
Galina Dremova