Текст песни Пустое множество - Нищий

Beggar in costume wanders hunched shoulders,
World fearing every day stronger,
Beggar in the suit, loves old things,
Let the roots in the world of shadows.
Beggar in the suit live carelessly,
Beggar never waiting in a suit,
A beggar in a suit reading a book about the eternal,
And forget in five minutes.
A beggar sitting by the fire on the outskirts,
Heart roasting on coals,
Strokes in the sun wounded dream,
The thin yellow fingers on the ends.
Afraid of his tall,
Quiet walks downcast eyes,
Beggar in the suit is not just to kill,
Since it is not that he is very much alive.
Beggar in costume wanders hunched shoulders,
World fearing every day stronger,
Beggar in the suit, loves old things,
Let the roots in the world of shadows.
Beggar in the suit live carelessly,
Beggar never waiting in a suit,
A beggar in a suit reading a book about the eternal,
And forget in five minutes.