Текст песни До слёз. - Однажды в Майский день погожий..

Once in a fine May day
He fell on a passerby street.
It fell ridiculous, right into the mud.
All finger poked laughing ..
And floated past the face ..
Grumbled: "Well have to get so drunk!"
And he looked pleadingly at all,
Trying to get up .. And laughter, and sin.
Bubnov obscure words ..
In the blood of gray head ..
On the face dripping muck mud.
Around whispered roughly, "Scum" ..
And passed it by,
In his heart proud of: I - not so!
And spitting in disgust,
The dirt afraid to get dirty ..
Others simply hiding glance
Chagall by, say, in a hurry.
Raise? .. Yes, God forbid!
He was like an animal in the mud ..
It took an hour-by-hour.
That sunset is already extinguished.
Late at night a patrol
I noticed in a muddy puddle sack.
Disgust kicked his boot:
Get up, drunk Cellar - your house ..
Did not notice blue lips ..
He did not answer. He was - CORPSE ..
The gray-haired man was not drunk -
Sick heart squeezed trap.
Fate, crooked grin,
He pushed in the mud ..
In vain he tried to get up,
In vain he tried to call,
Crushed by pain, like a wall.
But here's the problem - it was DUMB.
and can anyone of us
This is seen more than once,
Nasty grin melting:
Perhaps it helps, but - I do not.
So who are we? People or not?
The question is simple - not simple answer ..
The laws of the jungle loved,
Where everyone - only for himself.