A Man Without a Home
He keeps a folded map inside his coat, A paper cup, a name he rarely tells. By the station, he watches morning come, And shares his bread with birds beside the rails. He knows which diner leaves the porch light on, Which church has coffee when the cold winds start. He carries every mile beneath his sleeves, And still makes room for kindness in his heart. There’s a road beneath those tired shoes, There’s a life the passing eyes don’t see. If you’ve got a little warmth to spare, Make a place beside you; let him be. One open door can change a winter night, One hello can give a lost man ground. The name we save for those with nowhere safe Is the last word we will say aloud. No steady room, no key to turn, Just one more dawn, one more town. A man without a home— Бездомный.
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[Куплет 1] He keeps a folded map inside his coat, A paper cup, a name he rarely tells. By the station, he watches morning come, And shares his bread with birds beside the rails. [Куплет 2] He knows which diner leaves the porch light on, Which church has coffee when the cold winds start. He carries every mile beneath his sleeves, And still makes room for kindness in his heart. [Припев] There’s a road beneath those tired shoes, There’s a life the passing eyes don’t see. If you’ve got a little warmth to spare, Make a place beside you; let him be. [Бридж] One open door can change a winter night, One hello can give a lost man ground. The name we save for those with nowhere safe Is the last word we will say aloud. [Аутро] No steady room, no key to turn, Just one more dawn, one more town. A man without a home— Бездомный.
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