To the Hospitable Heavenly Palace...
Stars drop and drop from the sky,
To pour down into snow from the dark spruce firs.
Across the vast Russian land
Orphaned children trail to the howling song of snowstorms.
They just do not see the gala lights,
They do not laugh nor play,
The adult world has cast them aside.
Are they on the verge or already beyond it?...
...Only stars might suddenly ring out bells
And light up their darkened way.
Our Lord the Saviour Himself spreads His wings
Flying fast to the children's rescue.
All their troubles will disperse like smoke!
A miraculous ray of light will cut the vast darkness
Beckoning the children, abandoned by their own country,
To the hospitable Heavenly palace...
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