Текст песни р. Б. Сергий Покровский - Усталый странник

Tired wanderer
Helen Kirillova

The wanderer was tired
In my native land
And I saw a lot
And also in the saddle.

He does not bother
Rumor of man
He knows he can
Responsible for words.

Happened to see
To me his eyes -
There is so much love in them,
And in the shower is a thunderstorm.

No, not sullen,
It has a sea of warmth
And hide in the holds
The soul has not gone.

He believed the woman
Heart loving.
Not entrusted to God
Sins and yourself.

It’s a pity the eccentric
Now in me -
Steps tired
Wanderer on the ground.