Текст песни Павел Гапоненко. - Путь поэта.

Words by Nina Orlova
Music, performed by Pavel Gaponenko

Who developed the plot so?

What kind of talentless screenwriter?

The poet loved, wrote, suffered,

But he was rejected and booed.

A crowd of bored onlookers

Or the elite from the parterre,

Throwing away your worn tailcoat,

He was undisguised, walking towards the "barrier".

And knocking tore the passage of time

His steps, in an empty alley.

Who needs someone else's blood?

Duels were canceled long ago.

But he decided that he had said everything!

And he went to death with the soul of a baby,

And the fatal, last volley,

Not realized with a broken heart.

……………………………………………………

The clouds floated soullessly

Above him like white tows,

And someone's light hand

She made soft beds.