Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Нищая

Winter blizzard in large flakes
When a strong wind knocks the snow,
At the entrance to the temple alone in tatters
The old woman is a beggar.
And gifts waiting
She's here with his crutch.
And summer and winter barefoot,
Give alms to train her.
Oh, give her alms.

I tell you, this old lady
As twenty years lived,
It was a dream of the poet
And thank her wreath weaving.
When she sang on stage
Paris was delighted by it,
She had no rivals,
Give alms to train her,
Oh, give her alms.

Sometimes, after the presentation
She directions from the crowd there,
And young people from admiration
Thundered "Bravo," she followed suit.
What magnificent words
Censer her circle of its guests.
When happiness is all friendly with us,
When the mountain does not have those friends.
When the mountain does not have those friends.

Fate and the will of Providence,
The actress became ill,
She lost her voice and vision
And roam the world alone.
Sometimes, a beggar is not afraid
Come for alms to it,
It is there you have to ask is ashamed,
So give her alms Well.
Oh, give her alms.