Текст песни Клара Кадинская - Дорожная

ROAD SONG
Sl. S.Vasileva Moose. Dunayevsky
1
Rays of the sun paints the steel sheet.
Tirelessly, tirelessly watching, I look out the window.
Forests, Russian plains, hills bushes yes,
Platform for wood, iron bridges.
Chorus:
Favorite familiar, broad, green,
Native land - the Motherland! Privolnoe habitation!
Oh, how many ezzheno I, uh, have you seen how much I,
Oh, how I passed! And all around - my!
2
That brick factory - tall chimney,
That whitewashed hut, in the field of threshing;
And the heart is expensive, and there is no over the river
Town or city, that was a stranger to you.
Chorus.
3
Already the dew of the windows already see the moon,
And I'm chained to the car window.
It is time to highlight the night lamp,
And I look at the twilight and quietly say:
Chorus