Текст песни Визбор - Блажен, кто поражен летящей пулей.

Blessed is he who struck a flying bullet
Which the enemies it pulnul
And lay on the grass by the river
Watch as the life of the victim follows .
Oh, that death is not the worst ,
But compared with the life - trivia !

Blessed is he whose help in this matter
Poluznakomka young in bed
From the tribe of vagrants jeans .
It was then a case uncover the reasons
Worthy share for men
Leave the bottom, without lowering the flag.

Blessed is he who passes the hospital blood ,
Where the City Council will not allow to view
Strained efforts of doctors
And the outlines of distant relatives
Already deprived of charm
Because of the overflow of the eyes .

About as diverse transitions
Under the new dubious vaults .
How easy descent into the subway sad ,
Where a lot of shadows we find
Battles striking weapon,
Which name - the pen .

Iron , goose , steel
For thirty-six cents a purchased .
It is worse than a bullet on the fly.
Him in the darkness of his soul Macau
High forehead someone pierce
And then write on a sheet of red .

But the torment tormented inactivity ,
Bite feathers our anonymous ,
Yesterday the pages - now slanderers ,
Optional finished school
Ignatius Loyola teacher ,
His favorite pupils .

Blessed is he who kept the fun frets,
This reproach opponents award
And an old friend spilled blood ,
Who believe in the light of hope indelible ,
What we love passes unloved ,
Anyway, as the favorite dislike .