Текст песни Илья Погодин - Он жил один

He lived alone
And nothing prevented him to die
His beat Spleen
And he did not want to want something ...
When he slept
He dreamed of only rocks yes bare sand,
He is tired
Conscious, the fact that he is finally alone ..

Failed
How others, to achieve everything in life,
Not come true
None of what he was waiting for nothing
Not left in the soul
No extra words, no votes
Only hangage
Under the dressed stretching winter winds ..

And tied
He's his eyes with a black silent scarf,
Pointed out
The path to the north he is a foggy loop,
And left..
Not passing goodbye, through the life of cold cement,
He found
What to find remained to him - his death.

21:44 28.04.2006
01/13/04