Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Этот путь

He was once persecuted,
We prayed for him.
He sang such songs,
That froze the blood in his veins.
And now it has become one,
And the songs have changed.
It is seen shifted sight
Kohl does not strikes the eye and the eyebrow.

This path does not indulge us
And it is not given to us for nothing.
A soothing talent
Not worth a penny.
This way you will not betray,
While the rings of your guitar,
While burning your candle
And the soul is torn.

He thought that, then sang
In the hallways and basements,
And, of course, in Moskontsert
He did not call anybody.
And now he has grown wiser,
The big game rooms,
But - no one is not the aim,
And he sings not.

This path does not indulge us
And it is not given to us for nothing.
A soothing talent
Not worth a penny.
This way you will not betray,
While the rings of your guitar,
While burning your candle
And the soul is torn.

It is the way of luck
She died in a different phase,
She reins in his string,
Sleek style pen.
And in one of the gears
What a strange phrase
I took and just crossed
All that he wrote yesterday.

This path does not indulge us
And it is not given to us for nothing.
This way you will not betray,
As long as your candle burns.

1988