Текст песни Игорь Демарин - Богач-бедняк

Once, many years ago, I was rich, I was rich,
I was all richer in the world, when I loved when I loved.
When I love to love, I became all the poorest in the world,
And she became a nasty shower when my love has passed.

CHORUS:
With outstretched souls along the streets
Neither pity, no grace, no money please.
Please, in the eyes of you looking - well, be ill people
Serve Christ for me for a drop of love.

I have a wonderful house, but empty in it and sad in it,
I have a luxury garden, but the birds are silent there for a long time.
And they will not replace a hundred friends of one love, my love.
And for people, and for dogs who am I now? Rich-poor.

CHORUS.

I will sell the house and garden to sell, and build a temple on the hill,
And I will wait for my love to find on the slope of the day.
Will find me, forgive my sin, and I will become richer than everyone,
Bearing and longing will disappear ... I hope I believe, but for now ...

CHORUS.

Music Igor Demarin
Poems Yuri Rybchinsky