Текст песни Е. Дятлов - Нищая

beggar

Words P. Berenger, music by A. Alyabiev
translation D. Lensky
Winter, Blizzard, and large flakes
When a strong wind knocks dream.
At the entrance to the temple alone, in rags,
The old woman is a beggar ...
And alms waiting
She's here with his crutch,
And summer and winter, blind ...
Give alms Well it!

I tell you, this old lady
As twenty years lived!
It was a dream of the poet,
And thank her wreath weaving.
When she sang on stage,
Paris was delighted by it.
She had no rivals ...
Give alms Well it!

Sometimes, after the presentation
She directions from the crowd there.
And young people from admiration
Thundered "bravo" she followed suit.
Nobles case sought
To get to the number of its visitors;
Talent and intelligence in her respect.
Give alms Well it!

At the time of celebration and happiness
She had a house; not a house - palace.
And in this house of sensuality
Languishing thousands of hearts.
What magnificent praises
Censer her circle of its guests -
When happiness is all friendly with us;
When the mountain does not have any friends ...

Holy will of Providence ...
The actress became ill,
She lost her voice and vision
And roam the world alone.
Sometimes, the poor are not afraid
Come for alms to it,
Well it is ashamed to ask you ...
Give alms Well it!

Ah, someone with such kindness
The neighbor helped the misfortune,
How is this beggar with the crutch,
When Cupid caressed her!
She lost everything in life!
ABOUT! That in her old age:
She did not complain to the dispensation,
Give alms Well it!