Текст песни Прокофьев Радислав - Потерянный носок

Time to go to me on a long journey
And to go soon
Wear I need something
And take with him a hundred rubles.

And, finally assembled,
I see a sad picture,
The problem knows this sage
Sock second left me.

I was looking for it, oh yeah ... I was looking for ...
You know how hard I?
I cried, but ... He's gone Well
As if all died in the fire.

Not a few years have passed since then,
But the socks I have not forgotten,
Under the yoke of time pressure
Without stop sailing, but sailing.

I was hurt, I could not ...
I could not transfer loss.
The whole world, it is so cruel ...
How will a bullet in the forehead soldier.

I bought a rope, soap, chair,
Gathering her courage, I am ready!
Farewell, life guard.
And hello world sad dreams.