Текст песни Крыс и Доходяги Бэнд - Бездомна

Homelessness
Lord! How many words for a long time!
They sang one said twelve
Two hundred silent when collected
So from time to laid tables.
Morning sun winked us ice
Moon spying squint evening
Seeing was more important than meeting -
Only then will understand it all.
Could it be that good from the south,
And I'm starting to hunt for another.
Irrepressible desire to return home,
But my circle always homeless.
My cup is always homeless!
Bare Moran played with snowballs.
To wait when arriving,
I did not want to know about a lot of little,
In the hot hand burning pots.
Cracked and hoarse cough copper,
Hell, we do not even brother and brother in law,
Here or there - figure it out and have a smoke
In the vestibule of the train number to sing,
Allocated sing! ..
And to prove to myself that it is not weakened,
We tread a slave to paper on a drop.
And let our music in something borrowed -
But my circle always homeless.
My cup is always homeless!