Текст песни Максимилиан Волошин - Изгнанники, скитальцы и поэты

Exiles, wanderers and poets -
Who longed to be, but could not become ...
The birds have a nest, the beast has a dark ravine,
And the staff - us and begging covenants.

Debt not fulfilled, vows not kept,
The path has not been passed, and the lot doomed us
Dreams of all paths, doubts of all roads ...
Honey is splashed, and the songs are not finished.

Oh, in the breakdowns of the will to find, know yourself
And, bitter shame humbly loving,
Fall to the ground, search for water in the desert,

Go to other people's tents to ask for your bread,
Like to become a wandering rhapsode -
Someone who can see, but is blinded by the light of day.