Текст песни Руслан Ульянов - История одного бродяги

Lived in one gray city of a simple parenchy
Loved to dream
"From these all concrete jungle he was so far away,"
- Mother said.
He even crossed the fatty ocean,
To experience yourself
And so that no one knew where his address,
- Breed to become!

And he decided that in the city, nothing holds,
Gathered on the road.
And his dreams of dreams in the soul cut,
War down!
The noise of urban was completely rejected.
I decided to risk.
Forests, steppes, fields
Inhaece yourself.

Nobody has yet divided his minds,
But he is not a juicer!
And in his happiness pristine, simple,
No one is an inner.
He risked to stay in full solitude,
Figrously on the moment
But he found the company in the face of heroes,
Favorite books!