Текст песни Высоцкий Владимир - Песня акына

Song akyn
                        Poems by A. Voznesensky

Not glory or cows
Not a heavy earthly crown
Lord send me the second
So he pulled out to sing with me

I beg you not to stole love
Not mercy for a day
Lord send me the second
So that I wouldn’t be so alone.

To be with whom to graze,
To stumble across the steppe
For the heart, not for applause
To sing in two voices.

So that someone understands me
Not often, well, at least once,
Of my wounded lips raised
A horn scratched by a bullet.

And may my companion be a singer
Forgetting that we are strength together
Me pale from rivalry
Pritrez at the common table.

Forgive him, he is to the grave
Surrounded by solitude
God send him the second,
Like me and him.