Текст песни Леонора Жмаева - Баллада о правде и кривде

Lived in the same city
The truth is poor, but not recognized.
She was in her city
Unnecessary, but unrecognized.

Chorus:
For centuries I walked the streets
Healed the souls of passers-by
But it is written on their faces-
Krivda is more expensive.

The Truth went into the shacks,
I went to the poor in the huts,
I went to them at my leisure,
I talked to them about life.

But one day she was presented with a bill
Krivda is evil and envious:
“You do good year after year,
But I am the only one recognized here by all! "

And grabbed Krivda Truth
And to the noise of the crowd dragged
And shouted to Krivda Pravda:
"You would have protected yourself !!!"

But whispered Truth beaten,
Healing the souls of passers-by:
“One orphan is forgotten,
For her I walk around the city, I am dearer to her ... "