Текст песни Александр Дубровский - Нищий с паперти.

BEGGAR from the porch

Eyes - a dingy burdock,
In the hands jammed coins.
Once was a nice shepherd
Now sings about many of the summer.
And there's an old lady in the corner,
With tears pouring down in front of the icon,
She was the love of his
And drunk the juice in a green balk.
On the scrolls years dry dust.
Past is not the dawn kukanshey.
And only nibbling crutch
His hands rings as before.
It is alien to him now,
I forgot resounding zhaleyka.
And he goes, slowly, to the door,
Will give him a penny in his hand.
He did not look her in the eye,
At a meeting of eyes will be painful,
But, to be baptized in the way,
Rabu to remember his name.

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