Текст песни Delyrica - Skit Скитальца

Someone sang under the old guitar
For a ten-mellow award
Someone ran on the embankment naked
To boast and age and gender
Here someone was and left notes
So that part of becoming a folk correspondence
Here someone preferred to stay proud bird
And did not go to conquer the capital
And these "someone" here quite a lot
And everyone prays only the chosen God
And if you are lost here
You do not know where the entrance here and where is the way out
Remember that freedom further east
To west - wheel knucking machine exhaust
And if you are lost here
Dive into the fog saline coolness
Remember the city for two with you split the soul
Sea wind that does not know the flady