Текст песни C.K. - Устала душа скитаться одной...

Crimson fell below the horizon,
Tomorrow he again forgets his umbrella,
After all, before he was rescued by his men,
Black weight plague of mice.

In fact, for a long time it did not need,
But who will say - how is it different?
Not in this case, not now,
Struck soul rest hour.

Cotton door, ringing the keys
Outside, the city once again drops.
All the same coat hanging on a nail,
Gloves and a scarf in the pocket in the sleeve,

All the same whisper: & quot; Wait until the morning & quot;
But time is not subject, when it is waiting for.
Through avenues runs like a cat
And quietly smokes himself at the window.

She asks him to take guitar
Play their favorite & quot; cheap drama & quot ;.
Tea has cooled, quenched cigarette
Some song sung again.

Tired of the soul to wander alone,
Just leash ... I want to be with you.