Текст песни Иван Кучин - На этом диком пляже

On this wild beach for three kilometers, where the city arrived in the morning,
I sit, enjoying the raw wind,
Completely alone on the empty shore.

And lonely sunbathing under the moon,
I sit on a stone like a ship on the mel. It happened that now what a thing is with me: while I was bought, my things were taken.
I do not understand what I'm sitting now and I am waiting for me
Without a penuck price for a bus ticket.
If I caught, I could remove ... thief,
Even behind the city there is no salvation.
I want to smoke, but cigarettes, like matches, now the owner changed their own.
And he probably goes somewhere in the train and smokes in a pegasus of my pegasus.
And I sit down in the sea, you throw a pebble
Clear water is splashing.
From the wind more and more frozen.
Where will I send at night at night, where? Nevdralex noisy cars on the road,
But for thanks, even though you are blindfold, do not take. Yes, and I will not come out on the highway GOLODUM,
Do not let the Lord, will still be misunderstood. In the distance lights behind the cypressions flicker
Although the suburb of this unfamiliar to me,
Leaving the pasting stone, rising, I go, stepping carefully barefoot.
I'm walking along the street with a white shadow
Among cottages, in drowning gardens,
And one of them, as if making,
I come, I am giving a gate.
Strong quietly - Sleepy voice answers: "What the hell are you wearing here at night?! Then underwear, you look, the rope disappears! Well, fail, until I shouted the dog! ". Stripping into another. Of course it is neme, because somewhere I have to sleep today.
I am answered: "Here the apartment does not give up, every bed is involved here." On the other, still because of the doors warn: "Pay, comrade, two months ahead!
And then the medium you hurt you are smart, you will live in a free month - and on the plane. " Hey, good people, please let!
I have already become a pale wind, like a skeleton!
I would pay you in full, yes you understand, not that money, even the trousers on me! But all as extinct, only the gavage dogs. In the garden, a bench is visible,
I will come tired to her to the point, in the twilight - suddenly someone touched my shoulder easily. Some citizen stood in front of me, throwing a thought jacket on me. Asked: "Brother, what an adventure with you?"
I, choking, told, they say, so and so.
He told me: "Well, I, Bratuha, everything happens
But this business we will correct somehow. Let's go to me, I shoot two rooms here, there we are glad and fling on a little bit. " And in five minutes we drank Madera with him, laughed at the entire district from the soul.
His clothes were not in size
And he called: "Well, a brother, baptism." And, poured to the edges of wine in glasses,
Said: "You know, somehow still not here,
We have such a beautiful on Baikal "...
And the heart happily clogged - countryman.
He continued, but still you dream
At least two we fly here.
"And you, my brother, probably also rest?"
And I shamelessly selected, answering yes.
I was silent that eight years already in a foreign land. Frozen everything as a painful chir.
And once I left and so
I do not exchange my Siberia.