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...