Oh Mother of God, here I stand
Now before thy sacred image
I ask nothing for my empty soul
But for that of a pilgrim without roots in this world
I want to give you a soul without sins
For I defend the souls in this cold world
Surround with happiness someone who deserves it
Grant her friends to stand unchanging at her side
Grant her also a happy youth and old age tranquil
For a heart that is not bad
Give her peace and a world full of abundance
O Mother of God, I pray you
(text Mikhail Lermontov)