Текст песни Светлана Копылова - По дороге шла толпа людей...

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

There was a cunning among these travelers.
Unnoticed towards the forest, he turned.
And sawed down the end there at the cross,
That the cross would not pull a shoulder so.

And pleased travelers caught up,
It’s fun to walk with a light burden,
Only one sly man did not know
That gorge was ahead.

And crosses over the abyss lay
Right from start to finish.
They crossed the crosses
All with the exception of the cunning.

His cross was now too small -
The lot was chosen by the cunning himself.
Nobody gave him his cross,
After all, a cross cannot save a stranger.

In life, everyone has his own cross.
Do not rush to turn into the alluring forest.
God knows what you mean
This grave seeming cross.