Текст песни К.Завалин - Странник

A wanderer walks through the world
No visas and passports.
Not a gopnik, not a pickpocket,
But he is young and healthy.

His guitar is in his hands
Not a penny in my pockets.
In the fog of fumes
His soul flies.
And sings this song:
Who are you, my body, who are you?
At what price?
Do you live and what are you looking for?
Years The years go by.
Interest is dripping due to the credit of water and food.

His joys live.
In high towers.
He's kind of welcome there,
And everything is one-prison.
The birds of the troika fly
Snow sweeps in the face.
Drinking, perestroika.
And he goes for himself ...
and sings this song:
Who am I? I don't know who I am.
At what price is it really being sold today?
Something I saw, something I understood.
Only love alone is valuable.
He who loves will be saved.

He wandered in Tibet.
He was in Karaganda.
Walked all over the planet.
Where did you end up?
Who am I? I don't know who I am.
At what price is it really being sold today?
Something I saw, something I understood.
Only love alone is valuable.
He who loves will be saved.

A wanderer walks through the world
No visas and passports.
Not a gopnik, not a pickpocket,
But he is young and healthy.