Текст песни Андрей Сорокач - Он пил свою жизнь из ладоней друзей

He drank his life out of the hands of friends,
He wrote poetry wind
And I never thought about
What many are not on track.
He believed the tales of Charles Perot,
He found the answer in them,
On the issues that he
Having for so many years.
He was an eccentric, he was not married,
He believed in simple words,
And someone thought he was stupid,
Trust yourself nothing.

He knew that the world is other than fire,
Another anticipation of rain.
And many saw him from the window
With the palm of your hand feed the pigeons,
He wrote the song without a draft,
But God is always on you,
He could listen for hours as a whispering river
He was his revelations.
He believed in every guitar string,
She - his hands.
He just walked on its soil
And believed his words.

He drank his life out of the hands of friends,
He wrote poetry wind,
And he had never thought about,
What lay ahead.