Текст песни Богомолов - Рыбин - По свету бродим

We wander through the world for centuries
Having neither fate nor the roof .
We're not mad at misers and fools ,
Suppose someone wants to, he hears us .

And we , like the wolf , too, fed his feet ,
Let not always have enough bread .
What could be more beautiful than the road
Under a bright blue sky a veil ?

Forest Green is our haven ,
Springs have watered silence.
Do not we get along with the urban comfort ,
Our destiny - guitar behind his back.