Текст песни О.Романова - В.Федосеев - От дорог устаю и невольно...

Tired of the road and involuntarily
I do not feel the smell of the wind.
On my soul, sweet and painful,
It's weird, right signs.

Tired of her friends and habits,
From quibbles fate at night.
From smoky trains
Sadness lulls.

From the unjust words and attitudes,
Reverse fuss.
From chubby parade
And the dependence of emptiness.

From suppressed conversation,
From sagging squeaky chairs.
From unimportant rocker makeup,
Flew into the wrong hive.

From tricks and mousetraps,
From rigged omissions.
From malice behind frisky,
And on waking up drunk.

Tired of the road and involuntarily
I do not feel the smell of the wind.
On my soul, sweet and painful,
It's weird, right signs.

December 30, 2014
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