Uzh vy golubi/Rasplachetsya, rastoskuyetsya
Spiritual poems about death and what awaits us after.
Uzh vy golubi, uzh vy siziye:
Oh you doves, you warm grey ones... warm grey wings, where have you been, where have you flown? And where have the soul and the pale body parted... parted and took their final leave. You, pale body, shall lie under earth for a decade, but I, the soul, shall walk far...walk far and it is hard with my heavy sins...with heavy sins, very heavy sins to eternal torment without end.
Rasplachetsya, rastoskuyetsya:
My sinful and lawless soul will lament and moan. Oh and how will my soul walk to the dreadful judgment, the judgment of God at the Second Coming? Neither my brethren, nor my friends will have the power to help me. Neither gold, nor silver will be able buy out my soul. Can the tears of repentance, nocturnal prostrations, and gentle, mundane alms really help my soul? With those my soul will deliver itself from the everlasting torment; with those it will inherit the Kingdom of Heaven. Great is the name of the Lord throughout all the Earth.
Performed by Sirin Ensemble