Текст песни Коля Макееff - Автостоп

Hitchhiking along the endless Russian roads
For God's sake, please don't look at the calendar
There is only steppe and road ahead for you and me
Yes, the whitish distance burns underfoot

There is only steppe and road ahead for you and me
Yes, the whitish distance burns underfoot

The A-154 highway led to the east
And along the highway feather grass and Ivan-tea
And the Kalmyk steppe is wider and wider before our eyes
Well, hello, Elista - welcome the guests

The M-4 main line flew
And the needle will rest against the Paveletsky station
I would get there in three days, in four
A friend is busy there, he will say - I was waiting for you

It's warm in Krasnodar, it smells like the sea and beer
And in Rostov, Father Don carries his waves
But from these beauties once again I run away to spills
I'm drunk again tomorrow night

These are the songs of birches in the silence at dawn
The smell of fresh hay, which is for the winter future
These are melodies of tears and smiles
These are songs of Russian roads

These are songs of Russian roads!