Rise up, o rise up! Восстань же Восстань! - Orthodox chant by monks from Ukraine

Chant by Orthodox monks from monastery in Pochayiv, Ukraine: "Rise O Rise and awake from sleep, cry bitterly and pray to God. The end is coming and death is at the doors and you are staying in darkness and sins...Rise O Rise, come into yourself, look - the death with a scythe is standing behind..." Song by men choir of Pochayiv Lavra of Holy Dormition of Theotokos in Pochayiv, western Ukraine. Православна канта. Чернечий спів. Православная песня. Хор Почаевской Лавры, Украина.

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[nanculito]

У меня прозба. Отдайте оригинальны текст на украинский или церковнославянскы, пожауста!

[mayatatyana1]

Please remember me when you have the words to this chant. Thank you.

[PanBogotir]

I am sorry I have translated through the translator...But for it its to difficult because this is not Russian not Ukrainian language and not Belarus it is old slavic language)

[PanBogotir]

And to God I will confess in heavy sins.

I in Bozhiju church will go I will pray

And Bodies and Blood of the Christ I will join.

I a cross will dawn upon small babies,

With hope of God from here I will leave.

- To me time with you is terminated to speak.

I should with soul you separate.

And the business was made here by it

And to a shower from a body it has taken away.

The end. Аминь and Thank God.

[PanBogotir]

- But is not present, already late to ask here me,

Gold, silver you will not buy me.

And that you have deserved - with you all will go,

Good or harm nobody takes.

To you there was time and free this light -

Already it is necessary to go on the answer!

- About terrible death, I beg you.

Though on a little bit start up you me.

I am bitter восплачусь, I will be washed in tears,

[PanBogotir]

- Terrible death, you what for here stand,

Where you so are sharp-sighted, so sharp-sightedly look?

Likely you were mistaken, looking to me,

Or I have mistaken and I dream.

About terrible death, depart from me,

I am young for years, I did not wait for you.

- I am sent by God you to separate,

And there Its Will - It will judge!

- You see - I am young, yet ready!

And I am full of set of sins...

[neptic1]

Beautiful! How can I obtain a copy of chants from Pochayiv? Is the singing in Russian, Slavonic, or Ukrainian, (it's hard for me to distinguish)? What would make it worth your while to send me the original texts with transliterations and translations for this song and the others from the monastery? Thanks again for posting such edifying and sublimating music, sorry others missed the point and began arguing about nationalism, etc.