Текст песни Илья Черт - Бродяга

City lights in the galleries of the streets,
The house is not reached.
But you do not care, because you got there no one waiting.
  
Hiding from the keen eyes of new buildings, shops and garages
You pace the length of the tabloid rings.

You're a tramp, happy,
What is given to you, like all ..
You're far from worldly cares and problems.
You go in the night, accompanied by the wind,
To get the cigarettes and eat.
Returning to live another day.

Do you follow the movement of the sky in a circle,
Forgetting about the calendars,
Forgetting about the warmth and comfort of high buildings.
You do not need comfort, armchair, TV and telephone.
You're not bad, and here under the stars or rain.