Текст песни А. Макаревич - Я хотел бы пройти сто дорог

I would like to pass a hundred roads,
A passed fifty,
I wanted to cross the five seas -
Swim the only one.

I wanted to find the beach,
Where pensive garden
And the water would not let
And only he pulled to the bottom.

I would like to plant a hundred trees
In a desert land,
I came to this region,
Only the wind blew the seeds.

And hundreds of doors
So I wanted to find his
And as if found,
And behind her was a wall.

So I wanted to grasp this world
But, alas, is not grasped,
But not in vain this bitter happiness
I have been given by God

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