Текст песни Косыгин Сергей - Степь, степь, степь кругом

Steppe, steppe, steppe around,
Two old mules drove a van.
From the cities, from the hustle,
We are leaving for the Far West.

Far, far away. And in a difficult time
Faith in one another saves us.
The wagon creaks and, God sees,
Mules will forget the path to the East.

Believe, believe my old friend
This road is a circle of fortune.
The essence of eternal truths is ridiculous to change
Fate spins us like a wheel.

Dust, dust of the steppe roads,
We sweep away our boots.
Someday build a house
But can we forget the van?

Steppe, steppe, steppe around,
Two old mules drove a van.
From the cities, from the hustle,
We are leaving for the Wild West.