Текст песни Бобков - Одинокий странник

The willow is crying alone
On a hillock by a stream.
For some reason she is sad
Listen to the trills of the nightingale.
Know, again a tramp wind,
Flying, dropped -
There is no happiness in this world
There is no life among the graves.

This moment is not eternal either
And from this doubly
He is closer and dearer to me
Hold your horses, brother.
All my friends are gone -
Who is in prison, who is in the war ...
Yes, and you and I have seen
In the alien side.

Chorus:
In a distant city, a lonely wanderer
Lights the candles and the string is sad ...
Far, far away, beyond the seven winds
His mother, an old woman, is crying at the window.

Our meetings and partings -
Just autumn and spring.
So don't cry wringing your hands
Cursing the night without sleep
Everything comes and goes
Dies, but lives ...
It's just that summer is running out
And it's time for the soul to fly.

Forgive me, dear,
For separation and sadness.
Remembering your hands
I burn candles at night.
In the songs I send you greetings,
Guess them with your heart.
And don't listen to the evil winds
Trouble won't bend me

Chorus.