Текст песни LM - Бродяга Дхармы

Dharma Bums

Have you heard the noise of the fire?
This rustle sparks
When you do not go, do not go back
In the house that was left behind.

Do Heard the noise of a waterfall?
In Africa, back in Zimbabwe?
Where the dollar is equal to billions
But this formality tramp does not float.

Have you seen the laughter and freedom?
At the other end of the world, where people revere the Buddha
Have you seen the Sanskrit inscription in the sky?
And the light emeyskih rocks in the spring dawn.

We were all once take the sky
We've become the only ashes
And while my spirit grows stronger with every moment
I want to see those for whom it is more valuable than money.

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Feel the world - breathe peace
The truth is so little one can say in verse
Feel the world - Exalt life
She is short uspey really live

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Have you heard the cry of the gulls in the ocean?
Seen whether grimaces of wild monkeys?
Does your paradise to create?
It is out of reach and wai faille

He lived there like Robinson Crusoe, Jacques Cousteau?
Kerouac, Steve sea sick and Tolstoy?
Have you seen these dreams reality?
Burying your feet in the sand on the distant shore?

I think it's worth more than all the books
And people on the road more than temples and pyramids
The road, plane, train - it Magnets
Leaving their established way of life for a time forgotten.

Dharma Bums in boxcar
With a stock of tales and stories
Not by works, and not important tour
Just wandering around. Without pain. Without purpose. But with God.

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Feel the world - breathe peace
The truth is so little one can say in verse
Feel the world - Exalt life
She is short uspey really live

***
Dharma Bums in boxcar
With a stock of tales and stories
Not by works, and not important tour
Just wandering around. Without pain. Without purpose. But with God.
Without pain. Without purpose. But with God.
Without pain. Without purpose. But with God.
Without pain. Without purpose. But with God.

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Why should I listen to those who do not respect?
Who in his sixty years, morally blind, weak and miserable.
He taught me an old woman, that moloduhe
Washed down with beer and vodka was rare whore?

Someone 40 years old sitting on your ass even without a purpose
Not having seen anything other than the sofa and old telly.
And his thoughts about America, about the black Gelika
That would give Mr Putin, what that Valera.

No! My goal in the other!
I'm looking for her over the hill!
And I will run after her forward
It is not going to die in the way of flowers.
And my goal is still running ahead
I followed her leisurely walk
And someday I'll find
My Shambhala, Shambhala, Shambhala.