Текст песни Фёдор Шаляпин - Узник

I'm sitting behind bars in a dungeon damp
A young eagle fed in captivity.
My sad comrade, flapping a wing,
Flapping a wing
Bloody food pecks under the window.

Pecks and throws, and looks out the window,
It was as if he was planning one thing with me.
Calling me with his eyes and screaming
And he wants to say: “Let's fly away.

We are free birds, time, brother, time
There, where behind the cloud the mountain is whitening,
There, where the blue edges of the sea,
To where we walk only the wind and me.
Let's fly away, time, brother, time,
It's time, time. "

I'm sitting behind bars in a dungeon damp ...