Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Бумажный солдат

One soldier in the world lived ,
beautiful and brave ,
but it was a toy :
after all was made of paper .

He wanted to change the world ,
so that was a happy one ,
and he was hanging by a thread :
after all was made of paper .

He would be happy - fire and smoke,
die for you ,
but you laughed at him :
after all was made of paper .

You did not trust him
your secrets ,
and why ?
Therefore ,
it was made of paper .

And he was cursing his fate
Not a quiet life craved.
And asked : fire, fire.
Forgetting that he paper .

In the fire? Well , go ! Are you going?
And he stepped once,
and it burned him for nothing :
after all was made of paper .