Текст песни Dimo - Хочется хлеба

I want bread, I did not bake
Drinking wine - so did not ferment.
I would look into the sky, but only distracted
I thought to sing a song, but it was sad
I would live, not to grieve, so without a home.
no trees in the garden, no son.
I wanted to pray, I fell heavily
He wanted to fall in love, it got so cold.
I thought I met fate - I ran away
Took a bird to fly, so fell down
It seems he saved up money, only a little.
On the road straight stumbled.
I would throw it all away, just a pity
I would start on a new one - it's only too late
It won't work out of the stick
It doesn’t work out so gracefully.