Текст песни Александр Юрпалов - От меня останется лишь крест...

Pokurazhitsya I played with fate,
As a tramp, a gentleman lived and how
Pokrivlyu and heart and soul,
Kohl say that does not sin ...

He lived in captivity in petty concerns,
In the bustle of forgetting the essence of life
In the noisy din of close cities
I do not hear the terrible cry of the eagle!

Chorus:
From the crackle of fallen trees,
From the cast fire - smoke!
From me will only cross
In the open field, where walking barefoot!
Yes, even the words remain,
Those that are God's ears are not reached
And, perhaps, bitter tears,
What for me prolёsh probably you!

I walked through life, I was walking slowly -
He burns himself tavern smoke
I was advancing any time bare foot on the dirt
And I do not just enemies shot in the back
He was loved and, perhaps,
I Loved, plucked strings, but the song was finishing!
And the pieces of their own destiny
Not wishing all friends handed!

Chorus.