Текст песни Сурганова и Оркестр - Путник милый

Traveller cute, you're far away,
But to you I say.
In the sky lit candles
Mourners dawn.

Traveller mine, probably right
Turn your eyes bright,
There lives a dragon wicked,
My lord for a long time.

Here in a cave near the dragon
There is no mercy, there is no law.
And hanging on the wall of the whip,
To the songs I can not sing.

And the dragon winged torments,
He teaches me humility.
That forgotten children's laughter,
That was the best.

You are too sure of their hands,
You think you have the strength.
Pressing his hands to throw me in the dust
A hospitable graves.

And you're sure of your rights
Crowns and overthrow.
You want to be a god at least in words,
Fire pouring snow.

But, you know, your hand is not stronger
The one that keeps me.
And I, obeying only one her
I stand, without fear of fire.

And I'm only obeying her one,
Calmly meet your gaze.
I will return for the life of the wall,
Where the garden shines forever.

Traveller cute, in a distant city
I will take away my words,
To become sadder
Those whom I'm still alive ...