Текст песни Александр Маршал - Волос был чернее смоли, Стал седым.

Zaplutal, I do not know where ...
Miracle wonderful looked:
On cold, on water,
In dirty rags,
Across the river, straight
Wandered like a dry land, old man -
Whether in the past his face
Whether in the future ...

Frozen intestine
And blizzards are all circling ...
I followed my eyes,
Heard a heartbeat
Lonely and Hump,
Wasn’t my fate destined?
Eh, to ask ... Yes lip
Numb suddenly ...

 Field, field, field,
 White, white smoke field
 The hair was blacker pitch -
 Became gray ...

And the old man kept walking like a dream
On the barefoot,
Whether off the horizon,
Whether deep into the earth ...
And the height was dark,
And snowflakes, sing a charter,
On him lay the camp,
Yes, do not melt ...

Suddenly in a ringing silence
He turned to me
And goosebumps on the back
Ice wave -
I looked at ... and slept ...
- Starche, who are you? - shouted,
And the old man laughed,
Out of sight

I would not believe my eyes
Would unsubscribe all tears
Maybe everything that was there
It looked like ...
But here in the mirror, friends,
I saw him again:
It can be seen that my meeting
All the same thing