Текст песни Zemfira - я иду, головою свесясь, переулком в знакомый кабак

Yes I Do! Now - decided to return without
I left his native land,
Certainly will not be winged leaves
Above me ringing poplar.
Low my house for a long time hunched,
Old dog, my long hanged,
Crooked streets of Moscow
Die, know God has judged me.
And I love this city elm,
Let it bloated and let odryah.
Gold drowsy Asia opochil on the domes.
And when the night shines month ...
When the light of God knows how!
I'm going head overhang,
Lane in a familiar tavern;
A noise in the lair of the terrible,
But all night until dawn,
I read poetry prostitutes
And crooks fry alcohol.
My heart beats more and more often,
And so I say out of place:
& Quot; I am the same as you, propane,
I did not move back. & Quot;
Nazca house without me slouched,
Old dog, my long hanged,
Crooked streets of Moscow,
Dying to know God has judged me.