Текст песни lonesome fm - невольная тоска

I grew up there: under a gray sky
where is the bright burgundy night
but saw only insidiously black
color - my dead hopes
he was like ash, endless black
for all the blind one color

did not see the face of his reflection
and even forgot what is the name
a blind tramp does not need a name
when only a dog is his friend
neither money nor what does the name mean
when only a dog is his friend

wandering around the world from city to city
trampled shoes to holes
I hope I go to that intersection
where will the devil come to me
selling my soul for a pint of bourbon
that's enough for me