Текст песни Олег Гаврилюк - Сегодня милостыню просит тот, кто другим не подавал...

An old man in a torn shirt
To you today - came
You count your - bills
Alas , coins found

Said - Go old swindler ,
You with me with no luck.
And besides, - small things
I do not wear all of you - evil

The old man smiled shyly
Whispered to you - forgive my son
Barely limped staggered
Said : Thanks for the lesson

I'm with you , looking boy ,
I saw myself through the years.
And the fact that there is no melochishki
So it does not matter right

I have no son of pride
All are equal for me for a long time .
Was used to at the top
Near the country's rulers

I put myself in the Level of God
Only one could not understand ,
What wakes strict punishment :
God gave it to the right and take away.
.
And here I stand all devoid of
No home, no health -No .
Detached from the world ,
I ask only a couple of coins.

But now I was free ,
In my heart there is no rush .
That's just go to sleep hungry ,
Indeed, the majority of people like you .

You are not filed today mercy .
Alas, a sick old man .
And whose fault that it happened
At the age of his life .

The fate of the wide world is ,
Ubezhische- his basement.
Today charity requests
Anyone who did not submit another .