Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Этот путь

He was once persecuted
We prayed for him.
He sang such songs
That blood ran cold in my veins.
And now he's different
And the songs have changed.
It can be seen that the sight has moved,
Kohl hits not in the eye, but in the eyebrow.

This path does not spoil us
And he was not given to us for nothing.
A calmed talent
Not worth a penny.
This path will not betray you
While your guitar is ringing
While your candle is burning
And the soul rushes.

He sang what he thought
In entrances and basements,
And, of course, to the Mosconcert
Nobody called him.
And now he's wiser
Plays in large halls
But - not that, not that sight,
And he sings the wrong thing.

This path does not spoil us
And he was not given to us for nothing.
A calmed talent
Not worth a penny.
This path will not betray you
While your guitar is ringing
While your candle is burning
And the soul rushes.

He is on the road of luck
Gone into another phase
I tied my string
Smoothed pen style.
And in one of the programs
With some strange phrase
Took it and just crossed out
Everything that I wrote yesterday.

This path does not spoil us
And he was not given to us for nothing.
This path will not betray you
While your candle is burning

1988