Lyrics 8. Бригадный Подряд - Вот он я.

Here I am, somehow awkward,
Sleepy and idle for now ...
Here is my friend in his dirty shoes
It stands at the beer stall.

How many times do I dream about it
In the pale haze of lightning ?!

Swirls pass before me
Sad and joyful faces ...

Here is my house and sitting on a bench,
And under your feet is wine.
A day dries like a rag on a rope
Night flies out the window.

And I dream that I'm a bird
In the sky of the Northern capital.

Swirls pass under me
Sad and joyful faces ...