Потаня - Собиратель ветра
текст песни

Formed by a tramp and singer
The will to me like a sweetie in the world
Only one thing is familiar to me
On the roads I collect the wind

There is no rest forever haste
To catch both in those lands and in these
But then a rich harvest
On the roads I collect the wind

My catch is rich, but the trouble is
Does not bring voiced coins
Rarely fed but I am always cheerful
On the roads I collect the wind

Friends will not stay everywhere
And sometimes embrace until dawn
But goodbye, I can't delay
On the roads I collect the wind

How much they could not count
Different countries of worlds or centuries
For me there is always work
On the roads I collect the wind