Текст песни Виталий Гончаров альбом ШиПР - Старые джинсы

OLD JEANS
(The words and the music Vitaliy Goncharov)

Again night expanses call me in the way,
Feel the spirit of change, I no longer sleep,
Brochu I, carried away by the north wind,
And tear calendar: my life - kilometers.
CHORUS
I will find her old jeans,
And holey bag,
Give a guitar in his hands
Prostrelyanny flag!

I will put a stone under his head,
And mildew and wash,
And through the ice, through the fire,
I was not the first time.

I can see the fires and they are for me like a compass,
We are not alone, but now divides us abyss
I'm easy, I'm saturated with road dust,
I stand on the edge of my spreads its wings.

In search of the truth I will go through the centuries,
Where to find the truth, if anyone knows the answer,
I can not afford right now to change something,
But it inspires hope, otherwise not live!