Текст песни Александр Малинин - Нищая

A blizzard is chalk, and in large flakes,
In strong winds, snow falls.
At the entrance to the temple alone, in rags,
The old beggar woman stands.

And waiting for alms
She's all here with her stick,
Both summer and winter, barefoot.
Oh, give charity to her!
Oh, give charity to her!

Should I tell you, this old lady,
How she lived twenty years ago:
She was a poet's dream
And glory to her weaved a wreath.

When she sang on stage
Paris was delighted with her.
She had no rivals ...
So give her alms!
Oh, give charity to her!

Sometimes after the presentation
There is no way for her from the crowd,
And the youth in admiration
Thundered "Bravo!" in response.

What magnificent words
A circle of her guests incensed her
With luck, everyone is friends with us,
In grief, those friends are not.
In grief, those friends are not.

Fate and bitterness of providence,
The old woman became ill,
Lost her voice and sight
And wanders the world alone.

Sometimes the beggar is not afraid
Come to her for alms.
She's ashamed to ask you ...
So give her alms!
Oh, give charity to her!