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      Of whom shall we sing, oh, the children of Rus,

      With pure love, fraternal and great,

      Whose souls to us like the dew drops come through,

      With history so sweet relate.

      This story is both very bitter and sweet,

      Up to the Heavens has reached their glory.

      A great example for saints, it serves, indeed,

      To the glory of Gleb and the Boris!

      Two Abels – the brothers of an innocent fate,

      In wickedness of Cain, the brother,

      You are salt of the Earth, so endless and great,

      With honour so holy and quiet like no other.

      The Sons, the Peacemakers, the covenant of Christ,

      You are the martyrs so great,

      Warm hearts of the people in prayer that rises,

      And may all the wars in oblivion fade.

      The spring has come, the church bells are ringing,

      The temple is hearing an Easter’s call singing.

      Chorus:

      Mother-Byzantium! Daughter – the Russia Holy.

      Upon the ashes of Faith, on my path I walk only.