Текст песни СиндроМ - Уличный гитарист

In the case of the guitar
tossing a coin
Go past the gloomy people ...
meager fees
Togo, whose verses
Intertwined with the pavements Boden ...
hysterically strings
There have among the stones,
Ring in the glass windows staring ...
Littering by an urn,
The gouache advertising,
Passer otpesen Daleko ...

What will happen - it is not clear that it - not foreign
And this day is gray as the sky
Plagued so often squalid needs,
But life is waiting for their daily bread ...

The shabby raincoat
And worn shoes
It should be a minstrel at the curb ...
The order of things
That is, that went out
Candle in the candelabra shapes ...
And what's left -
Screaming into the emptiness,
Looking for random crowds in the heart,
For copper bit,
Like the sheet,
Asking rows as injection ...

chorus:

So he dressed
What happen to,
It stands in the way of pedestrians ...
And pour couplets
From the well of the abyss,
Where he sank his years ...

chorus: