Текст песни А Леонтьев - А.Тарковский В дороге

ON THE ROAD

Where is the black wind like a raider
Sings in a thug language,
The lineman is passing
Throughout the steppe alone with fire.

Over the strip of alienation
The lantern sways in my hand
Like two wings from a dream
In the middle of the night on the river.

And in the yellow lullaby
At the edge of the universe
I have only one sign
I recognize my native land.

Is in the railroad rails
Prophetic and vague call
Blessed, impossible
Cities not sleeping at night.

And carefully, like an artist,
A stranger is watching the fire
As long as the railroad
Will not disappear in the steppe land.