Текст песни Санта Дергачев - Выходя на дорогу

Dm Am
Going on the road in how many out there for the thousandth time
Dm Am
I'm not thirsty any novelty there.
       CG
Choking in the iron embrace of Cold Spring,
 
         FE
I like a squirrel Crazy trails nonsense nesus
 
Wind the snot on his fist endless roads,
I leave out the door and carry her backpack like a cross
On the mountains and down dale, deserted for miles round about,
Break on through to the west, knocked up centuries.
 
Along the marking posts, without throwing into the wind or words,
Neither the more money that and not me.
I roll the sunset, and I think every day,
It is getting closer and visible - this incredible fishing,
 
Where it is unclear who catches someone who is a fisherman who live bait.
I shout - Yeah pass from me! - Walking the Streets but there
Where I not find anything, anyone, ever.
But I hope that the road will end.