Сицилийский виноград

Imbued with the light of the sun,
I was dozing in the shade of the vines ,
Only hand -colored bronze,
Distracted me from my dreams.

Muttered the old tune
Flown from the sea breeze,
I filled the basket
And was drawn down the slope .

Barely visible under the luggage
Topal donkey - clop clop yes .
So I drove on an ass
In the town rejoiced .

In the hands of my supplication
Priest carried to the altar
And sprinkled holy water
Succinic my flesh .

Olela, miracle , the Virgin Mary !
Olela, miracle , Saint Sebastian !

And then I dumped
In the vat , like a ship ,
And danced , and pressed
Succinic my flesh ,
Rend slain
My flesh is excellent !

Under davilschika Stop
Lamented my life ,
And boils the blood of the river,
And flowed over the edges .

Oh, what a meal , the Virgin Mary !
What kind of suffering, Saint Sebastian !

Here , the flesh allowed
I appeared on the terrible trial.
Spirit in my blood zazhennuyu ,
Sealed in a container .

Years in the stone cellar
Under the walls of the monastery
Turned into ice and fire
Blood amber mine.

Years without light , the Virgin Mary !
Years in the darkness , Saint Sebastian !

Opening the Gate Sunset
Included in the dungeon
Two Shining Prelate
And tend to the ground.

Thunder struck a bell.
Light spilled into the bowl ,
Soars above the throne
Pure Blood of Christ.

Truly a miracle , the Virgin Mary !
Truly a miracle of St. Sebastian !

And the mourners, and the lost
I invite you to a feast .
I am forever consubstantial
Those who created this world .

Full of love,
Everyone shines from the altar
Bowl with truth Krovyu-
Blood amber .

Oh, what a joy , the Virgin Mary !
What a bliss , Saint Sebastian !