Текст песни М. Ю. Лермонтов - Нищий

At the gates of the monastery of Saint
It was begging
The poor withered, almost alive
From famine , thirst and suffering.

Only a piece of bread, he asked ,
And the eyes are alive flour
And someone put a stone
In his outstretched hand

So I prayed your love
With bitter tears , with anguish ;
So my feeling better
Defrauded thee forever