Текст песни Светлана Копылова - Хитрец

A crowd of people walked along the road
Each carried a heavy cross.
They moved for many days,
Measuring a mile away.

Among these travelers there was a sly one:
Imperceptibly he turned to the forest,
And cut the end there at the cross,
So that the cross does not pull the shoulder so well.

And, satisfied, he caught up with the travelers -
It's fun to walk with a light load!
Only one thing the sly did not know,
That the gorge was ahead ...

And the crosses over the abyss lay -
Straight from start to finish:
They climbed over the crosses -
Everything, with the exception of the sly one.

His cross was now too small,
The cunning man chose his own lot,
Nobody gave him his cross, -
After all, a cross cannot save a stranger.

In life, everyone has their own cross,
Do not rush to turn into the alluring forest.
God knows what you are talking about
This seemingly heavy cross.