Текст песни Духовный стих - Стих печального странника

Having stuck at the cells of yours I stand,
Let me in the celle of my!
I am dismissed, Nag, tired and worse,
And it is difficult for my way and far away.
I wander around the world Poor and Nishch,
I'm struggling for many housing.
Who will hear my voice who is heated,
To myself who will call me, -
I will be warful to that
And I divide the evening with him.

2. You are weak, you are exhausted in labor and fight,
I will add to you;
You cry - the latest tears with eyes
I will erase my hand.
And I will console in sadness
And I sit with you evening.
Hanging, the door of yours I stand:
Let me in the celle of my!
Let me in the celle of my!