One day we saw a precious clue,
Two aquamarine, the color blue.
Was opened then the coffin lid,
The reddish color of the lips.
In truth, that's the miracle of days,
Who occupies this throne place?
Who in smoke gray hair, the myst,
Тhose who say that hi's Jesus Christ?
No, this strict face of God - our goal
First herald resurrection of th' soul.
Came to comfort us from the torment
Advisor, our best friend and lover.