Нателла Болтянская - Баллада о солдате и трубадуре
текст песни

Listen, quit this lyre,
She is not a shield or chain mail
In the morning a random girlfriend
Takes pennies, not words!
That - the ringing of the string is to save the world,
When it is rewarded according to merits
When it rings elastic in the night
The last song is bowed.

I walked from the war and along the way
I was looking for wine, not bidders ...
I took a jug for two coins
I can't find three in my pocket ...
I pour you and you, wretched
After all, you don’t have two
Although you are called a poet,
For me - you are just empty.

But your voice, deaf and strict,
In me, sprouted with weeds,
I was flooded with longing black
Long -lost battles ...
In me - your lines sounded,
I walked with you Torna's path,
I still lived so far, but
I missed these words

I will give everything - horse and armor,
And your wallet, empty and skinny,
My old world is much easier
Here the blood changes to copper ...
Do not make me winged
And don't call me to the square
Where the wind rinses with flags,
So that tomorrow - to sing my death ...