Текст песни Александр Матюхин - Н. Рубцов. У размытой дороги

Sad thoughts bring a gusty wind
Sad to stand one at the blurred road,
Someone in the cart is riding and rides -
Later than time - in a hurry, fearful drows.

Crying a star, the cold, above the roof of the barn ...
Remember - about the homeland! - Holiday on this road!
Noisy Gurboy under the moon we rode playing,
The snow lit flew to the crow to the legs.

Running are faster ... Here they broke out in a white field.
In pure snow, ice hide waters.
I'm hung up ... approaching a holiday school ...
Nice time! Souls of my best years.

Whether weddings will jump in the wilderness of shocked boron,
Whether the birds raised a cry over the village,
Whether the wonderful singing of the children's choir is poured, -
Oh my life! The shower does not pass an excitement ...

No, I do not klyane, I fucked by good luck,
No, I do not regret that steamers will soon pass.
What do I stand at the blurred road and cry?
We cry about the fact that my best years have passed ...