Текст песни Бродяги Тхармы - одинокий бродяга Марк Ландао

lonely tramp howled at the moon
fiddling with little things in my pants
the wind sways the dry grass
leaving a taste on the lips
branches grew out of your ears
foliage covered my eyes
you just got out of the silver cage
and you don't want back

the night blinds the dull lanterns with light
warms with warmth from gold-stained hands
where the eternal summer you have not been
you were locked up and now you walk around
through the courtyards of their passages and quarters
through the brick many rocks
empty train stations sheltered you
and in them you quietly slept