Текст песни Автор ЖЕКА - ПМЖ

I change like the gloves of a city
Hundreds of thousands of kilometers wound,
In passing by airplanes, trains,
He broke all the sheets of calendars.

Where is a cold hotel comfort
And the roar of the Boeings swallowing, the chassis,
I find myself thinking about you
And I hasten to you around the earth's axis.

Though he wears like a tramp somewhere again and again,
And do not change the schedule of fate already,
I only survive because there is LOVE
She is a long time ago for permanent residence in my soul.

And let my address, not a street, not a house,
Broke through life even if not a little firewood,
I'm sure my wealth is
What a refuge, love has found its