Текст песни Театр Иллюзий - Привет, Дорога

Crust of bread,
Sun, summer -
All you need it.
One way
Even a little
To stand at the edge.
Do not go, like everyone else,
Do not sing like all
And do not blaspheme for the eyes.
And to decide
What can be,
And what not.

One way
Maybe a lot,
But the night is short.
Goodbye alarm
On the threshold
Since childhood burden is light.
Rostock though small,
Well, he wanted
And tearing asphalt.
Who does not want to tear the nerves
He could just sleep.

Hi, sweetheart!

Not all tracks
Love feet
And sometimes the shoulders down,
The traveler left,
Traveller right
And no wings behind the back,
And the burden of pulling,
Sofa beckons
And the desire to sleep.
And very few who are able to
Said again:

Hi, sweetheart!

This asphalt, who trail
And someone breaks through the windbreak.
And do not fall down and not divide,
Do not turn into a rusty crowbar.
And do not slip, do not break,
Himself find yourself know ...
And someone has to tear the nerves,
And someone has to say ...

Hi, sweetheart !!!