Текст песни И.Кучин - Нищенка

It takes a life, and I look with longing
On the streets of dullness, receding into the distance
Where on the corner with an outstretched hand
It is worth it, and wrapped in a shawl.

It is worth it without a homeland, without flag
With anxiety in the heart, with a song on their lips
As he cursed his fate hobo
And as with wallet he dragged on his shoulders.

So sing well, sing me a song that
That's how I am, cursing his fate,
I wander alone through the world
Without each other, without his wife but without a horse.

Navis fog over the river dried up,
Showing white church somewhere on the edge
And the beggar with outstretched hand
I coins with eagles filed.

Will take it - her eyes slanting
Hand shaking, baptizing me vosled
And there is probably all Russia
And more will be hundreds of thousands of years.