Текст песни Propilli Propeller - Прохожий

By evening the streets of Moscow - stray passerby
He is tired , ahead of his shadow .
It is all forgotten , and it scares
The darkness of the darkest streets and sudden light of lanterns .
He has a dream , he cherishes it for a long time -
This strong tea and unoccupied bed.
But he was not in a hurry , something holds it in this world
In a world of strange sounds and mysterious shadows .

Night musician plays his blues
Moonlight music can bring to mind
Its harmony , its beauty ,
But no one sees it , nobody hears it.

Just tired passer understand it until the end
And cry , struck her purity .