Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Бумажный солдатик

One soldier was living in the world,
Beautiful and brave,
But he was a children's toy:
It was made of paper.

He wanted to change the world,
That was a happy one,
And he was hanging by a thread:
It was made of paper.

He would be glad to - fire and smoke,
Die for you,
But you made fun of him:
It was made of paper.

Do not you trust him
Your secrets,
And why? Therefore,
What was made of paper.

He destiny, his cursing,
No quiet life craved.
And I asked: fire, fire.
Forgetting that he had a paper.

The fire? Well, go! Are you going?
He walked one,
And there he was burned for nothing:
It was made of paper.