Текст песни Борис Пастернак - Перемена - читает Антон Хмелевский

I blurred once to the poor
Not from an elevated look
And because only there
There was a life without a pump and parade.

Although I was familiar with Barity
And with the public delicate,
I was a gallery was an enemy
And a friend of rollers rolling.

And I tried to dream friendship
With people from labor zwanya,
For what I did the honor
As you consider me too.

Was tangible without phrases,
Real, telenisten, rally
Standing basements without embellishment
And the attics without curtains.

And I spoiled since
How time touched damage,
And grief built a shame,
Meshan and Optimists Corch.

To all those who I trusted
I have no longer faithful.
I lost a man
Since everyone is lost.
1956.