Subscribe here: / channel Subscribe here: https://bit.ly/42mq0Zu Find Petros Gaitanos on: Facebook: https://bit.ly/PetrosGaitanosFacebook Instagram: https://bit.ly/PetrosGaitanosInstagram Spotify: https:/ /bit.ly/PetrosGaitanosSpotify iTunes/Apple Music: https://bit.ly/PetrosGaitanosAppleMusic Official webpage: https://bit.ly/PetrosGaitanosWebsite Email: [email protected] © Petros Gaitanos a' Open my mouth, and be filled with spirit, and with words I rise, to the queen Mother, and I come, celebrating with pride, and with my body, the same miracles of Christ enlivened, sealed in the Spirit; by her Prime Minister, so it is resolved. Adam is restored, hail Virgin Theonymphe, death of God, hail panamome, the palace of the only King. Hail throne of fire, of Pantocrator, ῡhodon the amaranth, Hail the only sprout, the apple tree, Hail Texas, the osfradion, of the King of all, Hail Apirogame, Savior of the world. Immaculate treasure, rejoice for the one who raised us from the dead, rejoice Despina, sweet-smelling lily, sweet-smelling the faithful, sweet-smelling incense, precious myrrh. 3. Theotokos, as a life-giving and abundant source, worship your hymn-writers, strengthen them spiritually, and in your divine glory, crown them with glory. Soon I sprouted the god, as the land of the unborn clearly, rejoice, living bank, I have gathered the bread of life, rejoice of the living water, source of empty Despina. You gave birth to the calf, the innocent one, hail to the faithful, hail the pregnant lamb, God's lamb who takes away all the sins of the world, hail the warm mercy. Rejoice, fair one, the only one, bringing Christ to heaven, dwelling light, rejoicing, I have dispelled the darkness, and the gloomy demons, I have completely reduced. Hail gate alone which the Word, the levers alone chased away, and the gate of God Despina, at your interest I broke down, hail the divine entrance, praise the living. d' The one sitting in glory on the throne of God, in a hollow cloud, came Jesus the supergod, with the undefiled palm, and saved them, crying out: Glory, Christ, to your power. In the voices of faith, we cry out to you, Panymne, Rejoice on the mountain, and filled with the Spirit, rejoice, a lamp and stand, Manna bearing, the sweet, the senses of the pious. Rejoice of the world, Hail unfailing Despina, Hail klimax githin, all raised by grace, Hail indeed the bridge, the one who moves, from death all, to life those who praise you. Highest of the heavens, hail the foundation of the earth, in your spring, Hail again I have suffered, hail I have painted a purple conch shell, from your blood, to the King of Powers. Legislator the tekousa, truly rejoice Despina, the iniquity, all-giving gift erasing, incomprehensible depth, unspeakable height, aperigome, by which we were made gods. They wove you with the world, a hand-woven crown, we hymn: Hail to you, crying Virgin, the refuge of all and trench, and fortress, and holy refuge. Exalt the universes, on your divine glory; you, immortal Virgin, you conceived in your womb, the God over all, and such an ageless Son, let all praise you, awarding salvation. I conceived a path, Hail Panama, the deluge of sin, I saved the world, Hail Theonymphe, hearing and chanting horrible, Hail abode, of the Despot of creation. Strength and fortress, of men rejoice Achrande, place of sanctification of glory, necrosis of ᾍdu, bride of all light, joy of Angels, harmony, joy of help, of those faithfully given to you. Beautiful vehicle, of the Word, rejoice Despina, enliven Paradise the wood, in the midst of which there is life the Lord, where the sweetness enlivens, believes those who participate, and wears out bowing down. Rejoicing in your strength, faithfully listening to you; Rejoice, city of Pamvasileos, earned and worthy of hearing, about which they speak clearly, saltless mountain, hail immeasurable depth. Ample scene, of the Word, rejoice Achrande, kochlos o ton, theo margaritin, proagagossa, rejoice all marvels, all to God a list of those who bless you, Theotokos each one. s' This and always, the God-fearing ones celebrating the feast of Theomitoros, let us clap our hands, the one made from her, glorifying God. Past of the Immaculate Word, cause of the deification of all things, hail Panachrande, herald of the Prophets, hail of the Apostles, the adoption. From you the dew dripped, I released the flame of polytheism; whence you cry; Rejoice, the brave one, whom Gideon Virgin, provided for. Behold, Hail to you, we cry out, a famine of our people is seared and driven, in the sea of ​​sorrows, and of all the scandals, of the warrior. Grace the cause of joy, our reckoning they cry out to you; Rejoice, unburnt reed, all-illuminating clouds, obscuring the faithful. Copy rights Petros Gaitanos