Текст песни Сурганова и Оркестр - МИЛЫЙ ПУТНИК

Traveller dear, you far away ,
But with thee will I speak.
In heaven, lit candles
Mourners dawn .

Viator my soon to right
Turn your bright eyes :
Here lives a wicked dragon ,
My lord for a long time .

And in a cave near the dragon
There is no mercy , there is no law .
And hanging on the wall of the whip ,
To the songs I can not sing.

And the dragon winged torments ,
He teaches me humility ,
To forget cheeky laugh,
To become the best.

Traveller cute , in a distant city
I will take away my words ,
To make sadder
Those whom I am still alive .

 1921 Anna Akhmatova