Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Бродяга

City lights in the galleries streets,
The house no longer walk.
But you do not care, because there is no one you can not wait.
  
Hiding from the watchful eye of new buildings, shops and garages
You pace the length of the tabloid rings.

You're a tramp, happy,
That is given to you, and to all ..
You're far from worldly cares and concerns.
You go into the night, accompanied by wind,
To get cigarettes and eat.
Returning to live another day.

Do you follow the movement of the sky in a circle,
Forgetting calendars
Forgetting about the warmth and comfort of high houses.
You do not need comfort, easy chair, TV and telephone.
You be nice here under the stars or rain.