Текст песни В. Высоцкий, стихи - А. Вознесенский - Пошли мне, Господь, второго.

No glory and no cows, no shaky crown of the earth -
Send me, Lord, the second - that stretched to sing with me!

I beg you not love to steal, not a favor for a day -
Send me, Lord, the second - that was not so lonely.

To have someone to pass, halloo to one another across the steppe,
For the heart, not for applause, for two voices sing!

Someone to understand me, not often, well, just once!
And wounded my lips lifted scratched bullet horn.

And let my partner singing, forgetting that we are a force together,
I turned pale by rivalry prirezhet at the table.

Forgive him - it is up to the coffin surrounded by loneliness.
Send him God, the second - such as he and I ...