Текст песни DZEN FRENDS - Синдбад 2018

Tikhon Sinitsyn

Sinbad

Sinbad returned to the Crimea to the term,
Forgetting your habits in the way,
Until almost from Vladivostok
Transit drove in the train.

He knew gangsters from Miass,
Magician good from Nadym.
Kept in dreams empty tracks
And the taste of seed smoke.

Brandy, quince and laptops -
Scooted from grandmothers in Kazakhstan ...
Once, at river exhaust
He was robbed Gypsy.

He heard the bird ruh in the Volga region
Remembered the winter signs
When in the off-road steppe
His correspondent taxi driver "With greetings."

Sinbad almost the year was not here.
The whole courtyard decided that he was from Baghdad ...
And he missed the sky
In no b
Colors
Grapes ...