Текст песни Арсений Тарковский - В магазине меня обсчитали

In the store I cheated:
My cashier a ruble need.
But some incomparable sorrow
Not gave me in my life:

In the snow, full gaiety world
Where diamond glows heights,
Just shoot me in the chest like in the dash,
For the soul, both prize, pursued;

Well my wounded body
And we do not take any of the spear,
Donated my heart izela
Precious my jealousy;

The slander spread a network I,
Golubevshie like turquoise,
The best people in the world
With the royal generosity lied in his eyes.

Would bread. Neither wealth nor fame
I'm in my coffers are not protected.
I do not guess my crafty donor,
What gave me the right with gifts
On the direct free speech.