Текст песни отец Геннадий. Странник 8 - 14 Прапорщик

I envied one
Honourable Sir,
Not poor, not poor,
But until someone else strict.

Could neither eat nor sleep sweetly,
When happen to see,
What he deserves,
And suddenly not awarded.

All he managed to acquire:
Chin, money and match for a uniform,
But envy corroded,
And life is transformed.

Then he became stingy,
In its quest for empty -
The poor fellow did not like,
Away bypassed.

For many years, he did not know,
What himself robbed.
And those who are near,
Looked hostile look.

When ill before his death,
Repented and sober,
Distributed his estate,
We all ask for forgiveness.