Текст песни Олег Гаврилюк - Старик в оборванной рубахе

Old Man - lyrics

An old man in a torn shirt
To you today - podoshol
You poschitav her, - notes
Alas coins not nashol

He said - go old swindler
You're out of luck with me
And besides, - small things
I do not wear all of you - evil

The old man smiled shyly
I whispered to you - I'm sorry son
As soon as the temple staggered
He said thank you for the lesson

I'm looking at you kid
Himself saw through the years
And the fact that there is no melochishki
So it does not matter right

I have no son of pride
All long been smooth for me
It was happened on top
Near the rulers of the country

I put myself in the Level of God
Only one could not understand
What wakes strict punishment
God gave it to the right and take

And I am standing just lishonny
No home - no health no
From all over the world otreshonny
I ask only a couple of coins

But now I was free
In my mind there is no fuss
That's just go to sleep hungry
After all, Most of people like you

You did not file the mercy today
Alas a sick old man
And whose fault it happened
In its century of life

The fate of the wide world is
His basement shelter
Today, charity requests
Those who did not submit Brugg

Today, charity requests
Those who did not submit to others