Small is not the same, not the one that he was before.
Time flies, the little boy has become a little older.
It doesn’t work, it doesn’t plow,
It’s not that high, it just got a little older.
Years fly, years fly, the boy goes forward
He does not expect small weather from the sea.
It’s kind of dressed out of fashion,
Boy of wolf breeds,
Mentally sad chords
Flying small years
In ragged rags, a little slouching,
With a dead look, kid from the street.
She’s in a veil somewhere, he doesn’t give a damn about it,
Walks upwind and lit a cigarette
And the thoughts penetrate from the head to the kidneys,
In 2009, he lost his father's son.
Not in search of fame, he in search of a dream.
Stuffs sad pockets and keeps walking
2 (verse)
The cart bends, fasten the wheels
He goes further than his boy will achieve
I met a lot of people on my way
A loyal friend, and who hurt him.
Small mentally ill, the good soul of a tramp
Often a heart pricks, and there is no craving for love
After a fun day, another drag
Again the soul drags, the tramp drags again.
Autumn cries with leaves, the little one still lugs
Sometimes he drinks wine, sometimes hangs out at cards
There is a picture of life small draws in a notebook
Small mentally ill, small you do not understand
And he hopes that happiness will smile
On the autumn leaves, for a handle with a small walk
Fate scribbled on the forehead, at the end the lights go out
Alas, the happy heppiend is not in the movie.
