Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Пошли мне, Господь, второго

No glory and no cows,
not shaky crown of the earth -
send me , Lord, the second -
stretched to sing with me !

I beg you not love to steal,
not a favor for a day -
send me , Lord, the second -
so that was not so lonely .

To have someone to pass,
halloo to one another across the steppe ,
for the heart, not for applause ,
two voices sing !

Someone to understand me ,
not often , well, just once .
Of the injured my lips lifted
scratched bullet horn.

And let my partner singing ,
forgetting that we are a force together,
I turned pale by rivalry
prirezhet at the table .

Forgive him, he to the grave
loneliness surrounded .
Send him God , the second -
such as me and him .

( poems Andrei Voznesensky )