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How I wandered how many wheels
How many shoes worn out for nothing
How many have not seen those who just
for dharma bums repaired shoes

I was very lucky with the calendar
vagrants have always imagine the number of red
red in the face of the sun disc at sunset
output means tomorrow I imagine

I sew myself a shirt from kropivnogo sheet
the body does not itch never sweated not

which would not have wandered where it had not traveled
all the rain cape on the shoulders wore
many have not met on the way I
those who have the gift of singing better nightingale

where put your home has not decided yet
only imagine it will do without a lock
will be in the house blazing hearth
only where you really imagine a door without a key yes

I sew myself a shirt from kropivnogo sheet
the body does not itch never sweated not

na na na

how many do not roam ...