Текст песни Фрол Баданин - Вечный странник

The author of words: Stanislav Bulanov

Under the starry sky
Yes by the endless field
Pale wanderer
I was looking for the road

I looked everything for a month
I breathed in all the mists:
Why in the heart
Won't heal the wounds?

A song of dreary words
He pulled from the ustatka:
“There is no beloved in the world,
There is no prosperity in happiness "

The fire pit smolders
Crackling fire in the calm
The wanderer is inconsolable-
Hears nothing

What does he care about the night
What does he care about life?
And the eyes are covered:
A futile search for truths.

He was throwing parking
He changed roads
He walked without looking back-
All legs are bloody.

Only there is no happiness
Only there is no home
Thin wrists
Anxiety burns with a razor.

The wanderer furrowed his forehead,
Driven away the sorrows
Fanning the coals
I drowned in them with my eyes:

“There will be a good day:
Smoke swirls high.
A little dawn will overtake-
I'll go far!

There is no goal in the way
No funny wishes.
What is this life to me
Since there is an eternal wanderer in her? "

And under the starry sky
Yes by the endless field
Pale wanderer
I was looking for roads again.

Maybe today,
Well, maybe tomorrow
He will find his own
Whose smell is so sweet.