Текст песни Веялеб Атикин - Странник

"Vikulovsky Wanderer."

Speak that I'm Zabuldig?
What not, they say, the orders of people?
Just my life is like a book,
Well, I myself - piercing verse!
In the book this full adventure,
Many joys in it, and intrigue
In it sorrow, love scenes,
In it, Bosyatsky is all pouring the motive!

I am calm sometimes sometimes
And do not go to dashing things,
But suddenly the heart of the Toskoy
Why my mother gave me?
Are you satisfied with you
When not in chest kourage?
Years, years, fleeing a turn,
And then - once! And life - passed ...

That's why I'm alarming.
Live with a scope - this is the value alone!
Be tramp you, or noble
- Do not eat this bowl of full.
I swim with butterfly and brew
On the river, called life,
I fly the world Pegasus
I like it before, my brother, - fuck!