Текст песни Бажиновский Владимир - Ветер бродяга

I will build a house in the quiet haven,
Where vagrant breeze under the window,
Gold indulges leaves
And dry trampled reeds.

In the forecasts I have not setuyu -
All forward-looking, as usual, lies.
The whole year I live in one hope -
Every evening, I am waiting for the postman.

Chorus:
Wind-bum me cold in my soul ...
Wind-tramp know that I'm gone.
Wind-tramp ... you met her on the road
And you tell her how I feel sad about it.

That autumn with his thoughts
He lost and knocks on the window.
The house walls all your letters
I obkleyte, it will warm.

And the longing heart I did not make
It hurts my strangles past.
Fate - there is no mercy tramp
He took someone else, lost his.

Chorus.