Текст песни Рыгор Барадулін - жыццё

All my life this coming ,
Who once invented himself .
His sadness borrowed Forests
He does not see how the way in a hurry .

All my life I holler themselves former ,
Which one has already experienced your own ,
Yes, spantalychyvshysya on the winds ,
I went to where basked exhaustion.

All my life I look for myself ,
Lost somewhere in the nothingness .
And realizing why silent siege
Over the horizon ,
Both the fog to go ...