Текст песни бродяга минус - Ветер-Бродяга

I will build a house in a quiet marina
Where vagrant wind outside the window.
Gold indulges leaves,
And dry trampled reeds.
On the projections I have not setuyu,
All forecasts are lying as usual.
The whole year I live in hope of one,
Every evening the postman waiting ..

Wind tramp me cold in my soul ...
Wind tramp know that I'm gone.
Wind tramp you meet 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 has walls of all your letters
I obkleyte, will it warm.
And the longing heart I did not make ...
It hurts my past strangles.
Fate to tramp no mercy,
He took someone else's lost his ...

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