Текст песни Сергей Наумов - Бродягам

When spring knocks on my window
And summer is right at the door
From cities and villages across the country
Tramps go on the road.
Then don't tell me that
What is good at a party, but better at home.
Let us leave our arguments for later -
I just don’t know how differently.

And I love stations and ports,
I like the hunch of flying
When in the midst of passenger fuss
You wish me goodbye something.

The last aster summer will fade
When, tired of the roads traveled,
I'll be back again, the same and not the one
On your spring left threshold.
And if someone speaks,
What is good is only where we are not -
Do not try to convince this
Better lend me a ticket!

And I love stations and ports,
I like the hunch of flying
When in the midst of passenger fuss
Someone kisses me goodbye ...