Текст песни Гарик Сукачев и Неприкасаемые - Бродяга

This night is like someone's night
This day is like someone's day
I'm tired I'm on the verge of
In the eternal search for the familiar

This morning someone's bluff
That day my madness
This lady is a lady of clubs
Because of the fatal rock busiest mummies

Tramp what a strange suit
Tramp a daring vocation
This city is a dream city
Sanctuary fools and nameless streets

Rogue is the word ford
Tramp but I do not see the ford
I fall into the turnover save me
Save me, my nature

I just happening here
although I take it that there is
All he'll have to obey
I myself hate and love

I live as well as lived
I chase for those that do not come true
I myself and a friend and foe
I am my own fault myself vicious circle

Tramp what a strange suit
Tramp a daring vocation
This city is a dream city
Sanctuary fools and nameless streets

Rogue is the word ford
Tramp but I do not see the ford
I fall into the turnover save me
Save me, my nature

Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp
Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp