Текст песни Булат Окуджава - У поэта соперников нету

The poet has no rivals -
Not on the street and not in the destiny ,
And when he cries all over the world ,
It 's not about you - about yourself .

thin handles lifts to the sky ,
Life and a drop of ruining forces .
Burns , asking for forgiveness .
He's not for you - for yourself .

But when it reaches the limit of
And the soul flies away into the darkness -
Golf Travel , over the matter .
You decide - for whom and to whom.

Whether honey , or sweet bowl,
Whether the fire of hell , or the temple ...
All that was it - yours now .
Everything is for you. Dedicated to you.