Текст песни Андрей Ярошенко - Почему так тяжко на душе...

Why is it so hard for the soul?
From then on the heart so the blood wounds?
Maybe because I'm nobody?
Maybe the fact that drunken?

No, Tosca, my fate bail,
And heart wounds with easy,
Life moya- solid boredom, boredom,
I would sing to the cry ringing guitars

Yes, and it is also tired,
Everything was gray at the moment,
How many songs we have already read the burial service,
And now, my tongue too sluggish

This life I live is not the first time,
And even then, I do not live and survive,
With each passing day the light from the dark eyes,
Every day I'm dying

Somehow it's not clean, but false,
My life has lost its color,
From being so nasty at heart,
On this tragic story.