Текст песни Kraken - Бродяга

Erases the sole of asphalt cold winter
Hands warming steam smoke releasing heat
And in the vast steppe of its right edge
From the road tramp brow wiping hands

He scored what washed satire sartire
 But do not change the fact that the money raised in the apartment
Intoxicate Indira apparently seen idol
Once absorbed, what it was fagot Online Time

He felt cold when his hands touched the sun
Cold shiver frightened thoughts that will not wake up
Drowned in the smoke, clouds thinking holds good
But he often puffed steam and called Bong

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Passed vagabond way of us did not return
In the legs there is no truth, because the whole point of his steps
And his house or if not walls, and the road
Nomad shameless, just on a tramp
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and in the essence of

a kind word from the business had a couple of bitches
And you white chalk Draw a circle around a friend
No one in this circle of life in nature, my dear friend
From the quatrains and punches to Edinburgh

 How many roads I passed until I found something that
And not an awl in a sack there hid his shame and shock
Pot pondoruma be faster to Home Moms
And the sound of the engine as if begging to steppes blah

They were written were songs, songs sung to them
Poems on the sidelines for the passing cars
Its prayer, their own faith, their way of life
A descendant of the wolf among a pack of street dog

So it was a thousand meters on one breath
Perhaps cold injury is not a healthy diet
But not finding the world for what it was trying to
By the way where he started in the same place and died

Nothing good then there was