Ах, прекрасная Варвара, ты страдала от отца,
Ты страдала от отца.
Со творения Божьего мира ты познала всех Творца,
Ты познала всех Творца.
Тело резали ремнями, а отец стоял, смотрел,
А отец стоял, смотрел.
Как лилася кровь ручьями, а безбожник свирепел,
А безбожник свирепел.
Крест на камне начертила, как на мягком на песку,
Как на мягком на песку.
Претерпела дева муки - Он воздал тебе венец.
Он воздал тебе венец.
Ах, прекрасная Варвара, ты страдала от отца.
Ты страдала от отца.
Со творения Божьего мира ты познала всех Творца,
Ты познала всех Творца.
Ah, beautiful Barbara, you suffered from your father,
You suffered from your father.
From the creation of God's world, you have known all the creator,
You have known all the creator.
The body was cut with belts, and the father stood, looked,
And the father stood, looked.
How the blood poured with streams, and the atheist raged,
And the atheist raged.
The cross on the stone drew, like on the soft on the sand,
Like soft on sand.
The Virgin of Flour underwent - he gave you the crown.
He gave you the crown.
Ah, beautiful Barbara, you suffered from your father.
You suffered from your father.
From the creation of God's world, you have known all the creator,
You have known all the creator.
