Текст песни Геннадий Викторович Жуков - Жалоба акына

If not in this desert traveler, except for me,
To whom I give all that eked out behind?
If every village just my children and family,
Then who is to tell our family grief?
If every word sounds in their native language,
How do you know - the rich language of the people?
If only five fingers on each hand,
How much I cheated nature?
If the sisters are beautiful, and the sisters are like flowers,
And flowers dwarfs in the colors of drowning, girlfriend,
Who will bring me a flower from the distant meadows,
To remember that there is no other beauty?
If the heart is one thing - how to give each lover?
If my little hands - as beloved children hugging?
If my little finger - like the strings to make sound
In harmony with the soul, that - like wood - dry standing
Unanswered heaven?
Who will tell me: & quot; comfort him, bard.
Everything in the universe - so. And there will be other & quot; -
I began to calm?