Текст песни Крик сыча - Династия бомжей

The sun sits
And we get up top
nights do not sleep
We will be awesome
under the light of street lamps

House of boxes
around a bunch of flat and trenche
in it we visited some of the few
Chooms elected by God
* * *
Streets waiting for us with you
We are kings of quarters
Sit on pedestals

Summer covered foliage
hidden from the eyes of the people
We are given only the smell

Roots let deep down
a hundred years ago
my great-grandfather proud rules

Our dynasty of homeless
beyond the laws
out of all
* * *
In winter in the heating industry
Draw warm at housing and communal services
covered with wool lying on the mattress
Bums life is not easy

And all beggars
carry money to the common cassette
We divide them between buying clothes
Last Fashion Fashion Shoulders

* * *
See how sun
falls for garages
We are with you by the rules of the world (eat with one beer alone)
We are homeless

Capo 4 I eat with with
Chorus AM with

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