Текст песни Браво - Буги - автостоп

On a weekday,
As a prodigal son,
On the highway
I am alone.
Who was right,
And who is in love.
Who is where -
I'm beyond the horizon.
I'm bored to be,
Where have I been
And it's boring to know
What I knew before.
It's silly to wait -
I'm going ahead.
Weekday,
Boogie-hitchhiking.

But the dust of the roadside
My feet hurt,
And, by the way,
There are better days.
 

What landscape,
What a vast space!
Here they take
Just for the conversation.
But teases the eye
Running cars -
On the highway
I am alone.
It's silly to wait -
I'm going ahead.
Weekday,
Boogie-hitchhiking.