Calming the Storm. Протоиерей Олег Штельман

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.

      In Glory of Boris and Gleb

      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.

      Mother – Byzantium! Daughter – The Russia Holy

      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.