Sergey Lvov. Citizen of the city of the sun (№ 280177)

My way time for me in a way it is time,
In my face the wind blows,
I will take the stick of the scholar
And the cloak that warms bad.
Even bread enough for me,
And the money does no,
His fate is not cursing,
Going to roam the world.
I had fun going there
Where the road goes
And I give up easily
Any hard to get.