Текст песни Александр Блок - Когда вы стоите на моём пути

When you stand in my way,
This lively, so beautiful,
But this exhausted,
Talk to all the sad,
Do you think about death,
Nobody will love
And despised its beauty -
What? Did I hurt you?
 
Oh no! After all, I'm not a rapist,
Not a liar and the proud,
Although many know
Too many think since childhood
And too busy with themselves.
After all, I - a writer,
The man, who calls all by name,
Depriving a flower of the fragrance.
 
How many do not talk about sad,
No matter how often contemplate on the ends and beginnings,
Yet I dare to think,
What you only fifteen years old.
So I would like to
So you fell in love with the common man,
Who loves the earth and sky
More than rhymed and unrhymed
Speeches of the land and the sky.
 
Right, I'll be happy for you,
Since - only love
He has the right to the title of the person.