Текст песни Елена Камбурова - Мимо кладбища едет купец молодой...

Past the cemetery rides young merchant,
paving the warm dust Dorozhen'ka.
The bell rings under the arc of gold:
We see God in him still merciful.

No alarm some, no trouble at hand,
no anguish, tossed under the wheels,
and around in heaven, and he himself is -
not uninvited, not once - as a petition.

No wrinkles while on a happy face,
never occurred to him the bitterness of parting.
Waiting for gifts on his cherished porch
happy and waiting for the promise.

He leaves the bag and another prison,
it's easy to bestow his neighbors we
and separation - to others, and to yourself -
Only let's holidays with kisses.

And listen: the songs as long as clean,
as a blameless until the sin ...
And sailing past the chaise crosses baptized,
like nature living decorations.

1991 Okudzhava