Текст песни р. Б. Сергий Покровский - Усталый странник

Weary wanderer
Helen Kirillov

It was a tired wanderer
In his native land ,
And I saw quite a few ,
And in the & quot; saddle & quot ;.

He is not worried
Gossip ,
He knows he can
To be responsible for the words .

It was possible to see
I was his eyes -
They are in fact so much love ,
A thunderstorm in the shower .

No, not the sullen,
There the sea is warm ,
And hiding in the holds
The soul is gone.

A woman believed
The heart of love .
Not God has entrusted
Sin and self.

Sorry become eccentric ,
Now in me -
Chagall tired
Wanderer on the earth .