Текст песни Твардовский - в пилотке мальчик босоногий

In the pilot boy barefoot
With thin blurred nodule
The shaft arranged on the road,
To bite dry soldering.

Gorbito bread, two potatoes -
All stern weight and score.
And, as big, with palm crumbs
With Great Travel - in the mouth.

Stretching passing cars
Pir the dust boards.
Looks, a man thought.
- Son, should there be an orphan?

And on the face, in the eyes, it seems -
Dresses long-standing shadow.
Anyone and everything is all about the same
And how to ask not too lazy.

In the face you seriously looking,
He also slow mouth open.
- Well, orphan. - And immediately: - Uncle,
You would have better to document.