Текст песни Гень Сергей - Были времена...

There were times…

Again, I am delirious alone, amid the thick grass ...
So rich in soul that the pocket is empty.
No stake, no walls, like gypsies in the steppe ...
How much dirt is there in the way?

  There were times,
   I distributed everything to others
  And a little bit
   so as not to burden him ...
  Loyalty appreciated
   and I was glad to friends ...
  I didn’t ask in return
they have awards.

I do not grieve for the fact that I have not accumulated.
I just sipped from that cup ...
Zakmelev slightly, did not forget about those
Who in my dashing hour brought success.

  There were times,
memory presses whiskey.
  Life is like
unsteady sands.
  I will ask the saints
   for your deeds ...
  May be
   they will forgive me ...

Again, I am delirious alone, amid the thick grass ...
So rich that the pocket is empty.
No stake, no walls like gypsies in the steppe
God, give me strength, to go this way ...

There were times,
   I distributed everything to others
  And a little bit
   so as not to burden him ...
  I will ask the saints
   for your deeds ...
  May be
   they will forgive me ...