Текст песни Бомж кецарик - Я просыпаюсь

I wake up from a touch
This leaf fell on my cheek.
Autumn has come, and all without mood
In his free time sitting at home.
I slept on a bench all night,
Nestled by the newspaper Komsomolskaya Pravda.
And the extremely fast asleep.
Just do not remember that snilos.i okay.

With poshorkanoy bag, jacket patched
I go from house to house rummaging through garbage cans.
Removing them from bottles and cans
That after the exchange on the headstock.
On them I usually buy a meal
Sprat in tomato sauce (canned) and bread.
But I need more of today.
Today I turned 45 years old.

I went to the pharmacy "hello!
I hawthorn at all. "
I say standing at the cash register
Redhead girl fox.
Pharmacist arc bent
Eyebrow Look at the money.
Hesitated, then he sighed,
Otovaritsya me.

Bubbles rattle in his pockets
Drawing me look.
I cross the foot
Grey city Volgograd.
To go down the Volga river
Where people usually do not have.
On the sand lands,
Able on your show.

Thin fingers of pianist
Screw cap for cover.
The throat pour brandy brown.
The smell of alcohol and almost inaudible.
From steers smoke a cigarette.
Out of habit, the carcass of the sole.
Memories taxi rides.
I send back to her in the past.

Back to the past where I have not homeless.
Back to the past where I have a house.
Back to the past where I have not homeless.
Go back in time where a family at the table.

Back to the past where I have not thrown.
Go back in time where I was still homeless.