Текст песни 2517 feat. Дмитрий Ревякин - Подорожник

Through the field, through the forest -
in the sky the sun, in a pool of demons.
Over the river across the ravine,
there lives Ivan the fool.
Sweetly sleeps and bitterly drinks -
so goes year by year.
In the sky the sun, in a glass of demon -
sharp knife, blunt edge.

So that I do not wolf out of anguish,
grandmother tied dog socks.
I walked along the street, I burned my legs with coals,
and inside swelled with ripe blisters
my young heart is stupid ...
And I listened and said: I'll go and sing,
and I thought and decided: I'll go get a drink,
but could not speak: I love women.
On someone's house - alcohol, buckwheat,
in someone's arms: silent, heart.
Barefoot, yes, by the very hat on the nail,
And behind the ribs there was a bunch of scars.
The dust of the roads heats with his heel, I stamp,
I sing my song, I burst the blood vessels
and, like fingers unwashed grape,
I press this thing into myself.

Peel bitches, yes divides weight -
in the sky the sun, in the heart of the devil.
Under the feet grew weed,
Ivan the fool ate it.
The shroud came down from the eyes -
was nothing, left with nothing.
Knockin 'on to the skies,
looking for new fools old cunning devil.

Wraps you to the skin, though not a gambler,
and in return will leave life - a penny to her the price.
And when the Russian plantain heals the wounds -
keep white light, compose the way.