Текст песни Мусоргский - Сиротка

My dear gentleman,
My dear gentleman!
Have pity on the poor bitter homeless orphan!
Barinushka!
Cold, famine, I feed.
I hid behind a storm and a blizzard at night.
Scolding, beating, fear, threat
Kind people for a groan hungry for my mouth!
I’ll hide in a bowl dense from people.
Cold pesky out of the woods will push.
There is no my silushka! I want to drink, eat!
My dear gentleman,
My dear gentleman!
With hunger, death is terrible, with cold the blood freezes!
My dear gentleman,
My dear gentleman!
Have pity on the bitter orphan!