Текст песни ПРОrock - Одинокий странник

Lone Wanderer,
He traveled hundreds of roads
Lone Wanderer,
His path is incomprehensibly far
like a baby cry in the morning
The engine rumbles
Maybe someone doesn’t like it,
That he will come to us soon.
His black cloak with a strand of hair,
Waving waves
Like an ancient Rhodes spike,
It casts with sadness
Turning the gas knob all the way
He rushes along the highway
Behind his girlfriend is a guitar,
And bliss in the soul.
His path illuminates
The beauty of the moon from the sky
He answers his call
A wolf in the distance in bad weather
His fate is paved with the blackness of asphalt roads
He bequeathed to the Almighty,
Take the speed norm.
His black cloak with a lock of hair
The wind is blowing, Like an ancient Rhodes spike,
It casts with sadness
Turning the gas knob all the way
He rushes along the highway
Behind his girlfriend is a guitar,
And bliss in the soul ....