Текст песни Группа Глория - старик одинокий

The lonely old man in his closet
I sat at the table. Didn't murmur at people.
It was a holiday, and his table was so wretched
- just a plate of soup and a piece of bread.
He bowed his head low in prayer
And joyfully praised God.
A passing mocker tried to embarrass:
"What else can you praise God for?"
You are alone in the world, without money, without strength ...
Both people and God have apparently forgotten you. "
"But thank God," the old man answered,
- What a grateful heart He gave me! "