Текст песни Лина Мкртчян - Глинка - Бедный певец

On the red world , where I blossomed in vain ;
Forgive me for ever ; a deceived soul
I was waiting for happiness - an end to dreams ;
Killing all Peace, the lira ;
Hurry, hurry to the abode of peace,
Poor Singer !

That life , when there is no charm ?
Bliss to know him fly soul
But the gulf between him and maturing with each other ;
Wishing every one hour of desire and awe ...
About marina sad hearts ,
Tomb, a sure way to peace ,
When it is taken thee
Poor Singer ?