Они назовут это блюз

He moves silently as if light,
    Looking at the sky , exploring the trail in the sand .
    He knows where the minus , he wants to know where a plus.
    He does not know what they call it & quot; blues & quot ;.

    At the door call - we pretend that we are asleep .
    Everyone has the case - there is no time to deal with them .
    He drinks water , he wants to remember the taste .
    Someday they call it & quot; & quot ;. blues

    Night comes , then comes a day sometimes .
    He writes : No, I am powerless when I'm angry .
    Let's start all over again and make a song lighter.
    Right - what a funny word & quot; blues & quot;