Текст песни Высоцкий - ни славы и ни короны

Am Dm E7 Am
No glory, no cow, no heavy earthly crown
   Am H7 Dm E7
Send me, Lord, the second, so that he stretches out to sing with me
   Am Dm G C E7
I ask not love stolen, nor joy for a day
   Am H7 Dm E7 Am
Send me, Lord, the second, so that you are not so alone.
  
So that it was with whom to graze, to whine through the steppe
For the heart, not for applause, sing two voices
So that someone understands me, not often, well, at least once
A horn scratched by a bullet lifted from my wounded lips
  
And let my fellow singer, forgetting that we are strength together
I am pale from the competition, slaughtered at the common table
Forgive him, he is surrounded by loneliness to the grave
Send him the god of the second, such as me and him.