Текст песни Машина Времени - Старая дорога

Let's go back to our old way of you,
Let's go from the threshold to the sun, spend the day.
Let's see who walks Now our old road,
Stores whether the road dust traces of our feet.
Do you remember when the road wound, but we did not make a mistake once.
No day, no friends except for the bread and wine.
We walked, not worrying about the purpose, and went to the track,
And they sat down in the car, ah how long ago it was!

Get up on the doorstep with a backpack -
On the old road to go on foot,
She ran to the shady bushes,
She ran through the marvelous places.

But the smell of grass flying days are not, and gasoline,
And instead of a conversation cold memorized phrases.
And judge me and you on our machines,
Freedom Remains replacing the brake and gas.

Get up on the doorstep with a backpack -
On the old road to go on foot,
She ran to the shady bushes,
She ran through the marvelous places.