Oleg Shtelman - Calming the Storm

Oh, marvelous pillars of faith!
Through centuries faith Orthodox,
You would so faithfully claim it always,
Like golden ark built by the Noah.

Your bodies that will never perish
With no words, the praise to dear God they are giving,
A wondrous glory they sing to Creator,
Inspiring all good men that are currently living!

The stars in the sky are shining so warm,
– By Lord, the Creator, these candles burn.
For souls of departed, for souls of the living,
Big, famous, simple for God, and poor even.

All world so much infinite, – a Divine temple
Wise and eternal, a God’s gift example.
And this Milky Way will remind to each other,
That souls of departed are forever with Father.

The moon as a priest, may with smoke to them censer,
And voice full of joy may through Universe descending:
No names are forgotten ever by God
In that world each person in Him signifcance’s got.

Those whom this world did not deserve,
Hid in the precipices deep,
Those sweet hymns world did not observe,
The God has heard the saints speak.

No higher music that our God can hear,
Born with a song in silent peace,
Where purest heart is ringing free,
Far from the sinful bustle bliss.

Chorus:
Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
Have mercy upon us and keep us all safe,
We are walking through path that we’ve got,
Sanctify our path with Thy truest fame.

In mountains, the deserts, crevices so deep,
A judgment of world has reached its cadence,
To prayers so long, to an infinite weep
God heeded so gently with His providence.

Then prophets were born to the world,
The heroes, the kings, and even geniuses,
According to faith, their fateful lot,
To ashes with troops their kingdoms have perished.

Chorus.
Standing for the truth to death A birth where there is no perdition ever.
God’s Spirit in the holy nests
Has taken them towards Eternal Light in Heaven.

And we shall learn by their faith,
The patience, courage, and the love,
Rejecting body passion for always,
Let’s glorify till down, our God above.
Chorus.

There was a prisoner, the priest,
In walls of body all enchained,
A crate for all the rest restrained,
Only to God sings this artist.

Chorus:
Lord of the world, my Creator,
Your God-God-worshipersings to Thee,
With living water, please, refill me
And doors of heart reveal free.

As harp of heart is gently turning,
The strings of feelings gently touched,
With Godly memory he’s burning,
With purest prayer mind attached.

Chorus.
This singer dwells in world another,
Although, at times we all can see,
A citizen of World, this brother,
A master of his own came to be.

Chorus.

For ages and ages our people in pain,
Have suffered from delusions for a while
The Latin roots kept them in chains
Under the yoke so strong and so vile.

The Byzantine is long time gone,
Only the crumbs remaining.
There’s only thing in their eyes, a thorn —
The Slavic prayer’s reigning.

But providence of God’s love and will,
His only Holy Son,
Was just like “salt” to them revealed,
A quiet light, shining like sun.

Upon the Holy Christmas Eve
In Little Russia, as we learn,
Along to wondrous bells that ring,
The glorious shepherd’s born.

Joseph was born by destiny
In gentry roots concealed
Doomed as a uniate is he,
As told by father’s will.

But honey bee collects always
Nectar from fragrant fower’s bell,
And then we know that there are days
When poisonous ones are met as well.

And as he studied, as he grew
In Gospel science he has found use,
Prelate of Christ, he then came through
In Spirit and in Truth!

Rejecting faith of princes that they tried to hang,
Along with traps of them so sly,
A nightingale of Spirit sang —
A song of Truth inside his cry.

And once upon the ship he came,
As helmsman tall, ascended on
And people called after his name
To reach towards the father’s home,

And with this truth omnipotence
Connected by the love
“Rejected by the violence
To heavenly powers above.

They told us: guard it with no rest,
This Holy Faith we’re given,
An Orthodoxy serve each breath
To Holy Truth as we are living.

Oh, our faith of glory great,
The greatest of the ruling ways,
Inside the spirit’s strength you find,
Oh, Orthodox, it's our Faith!

A strength of spirit lies in it concealed,
In Orthodox ways, all of you may live.

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.