Текст песни Юрий Белов - Твою тоску, твою печаль

Your longing, your sorrow

Music and lyrics
Yuri Belov

Your longing, your sorrow
Alas, I will not be able to dispel
I will not come up and I will not warm
Your longing, your sadness.

And I can't dispel
Your doubts and worries
I'm just a traveler on the road
I go and gaze into the distance.

And the one, blessed one, at the window,
Satisfied with honey gingerbread.
He plays with a crown of thorns
And a cup of sour wine.

And next to a motley booth,
Where behind the leaky curtain
The dolls play someone's song
And every word is deception.

And do not look in the midst of vanity
Me at the fair, careless
I'm in the middle of the endless road
I count the measured pillars.

Your beautiful features
I caress mentally with my hand
And there is no love, and there is no peace
To a godly chosen line