Текст песни Александр Софронов и Максим ГУДИМИР Анухин - Пилигрим

Once again I'm leaving to seek peace
The threshold creaks farewell under the foot.
Again, I'm looking for good from good,
The winds of the roads carry me away into the distance.
Where the stars melt by the river
Will continue the line of the hand my path.
The night will scream after me as an owl
And I will melt in that night, and let it.

And if someone asks about my distant home.
What will you take from people?
Find out for sure where the river runs -
You will immediately understand everything.

Yes, I'm in a hurry to the ends of the earth
Where the sky falls into snow in the distance
Where, like a silhouette in the night window,
A piece of ice will melt in me in the spring.
So my years will fly
The river water and ice will come down with rain.
And a hundred times nature will wash away the makeup,
Until the pilgrim finds his home.

That's how I lived and grew up and again when asked
I will hardly smile.
Where through the centuries the clouds tend
Where is their distant home?

Once again I'm leaving to seek peace
The threshold creaks farewell under the foot.
Again, I'm looking for good from good,
The winds of the roads carry me away into the distance.
Roads, roads, roads.