Текст песни Подайте милостыню ей - Нищая

Beggar
Words - P.Zh. Beranger, music - A. Alyabyev,
translation from French - D. Lensky.

Winter, blizzard and in large flakes
In strong winds, snow falls.
At the entrance to the temple alone, in rags
An old poor woman is standing ...
And waiting for alms
She’s all here with her stick,
Both in the summer and in the winter barefoot ...
Give Christ for her sake!
Give Christ for her sake!

Tell you old woman this
How twenty years ago she lived.
She was a poet's dream
And glory wove her a wreath.
When she sang on stage
Paris was delighted with her.
She had no rivals ...
Give Christ for her sake!
Give Christ for her sake!

It happened after the introduction
There is no drive from the crowd.
And youth with admiration
The Bravo thundered after her.
What lush praises
Censed her circle of her guests -
With happiness, everyone is friends with us;
In grief there are no friends ...
In grief there are no friends ...

The holy will of providence ...
The artist became sick
Lost voice and vision
And roams the sea alone.
Sometimes a beggar is not afraid
Come for alms to her
She is ashamed to ask you ...
Give Christ for her sake!
Give Christ for her sake!