Текст песни Огонек Катя - А для Бродяги

Flying above the ground for migratory birds
And come back again here.
But the tramp did not return,
Do not become a vagabond others never.

Chorus:
Birds - the sky and the earth - vagrants:
Train stations, basements and attics.
Gone tramp along the tracks, the sleepers
And the engine will not hear beeps.
For half a cup of happiness tramp
And for a stroller will - that's life.
And nothing is necessary for a stroller -
Walk, tramp, for the fate of hold.

Rolling Stone and in many ways similar to the birds
No shelter and homes to live without working.
They only freedom in the world at more
And woe - not sorrow, trouble - it does not matter.

Chorus:
Bird - the sky, the beggars stations:
Roads, trails, ravines, fields.
Someone mansions and the royal halls,
Well, vagrants - native land.

A half a cup of happiness for a stroller
And for a stroller will - that's life.
And nothing is necessary for a stroller -
Walk, tramp, for the fate of hold.

A half a cup of happiness for a stroller
And for a stroller will - that's life.
And nothing is necessary for a stroller -
Walk, tramp, for the fate of hold.

A half a cup of happiness for a stroller
And for a stroller will - that's life.
And nothing is necessary for a stroller -
Walk, tramp, for the fate of hold.

And nothing is necessary for a stroller -
Walk, tramp, for the fate of hold.