Текст песни Николай Рубцов - Старая дорога

All the clouds above her
all the clouds ...
In the dust of centuries, instant and invisible
Pilgrims are walking along it, as before,
and wave their farewell hand.
Meet them July days
They go in an imperishable little blue shirt,
On the sides - daisies swing,
And the heat rings in all your calls
And the shadow is called dewy forest ...
How the king loved the rich houses
So I loved the ancient roads
And blue
eternity eyes!
That half-rotten barn will meet
That little farmhouse with a green roof
Where doze dust and mouse live
Yes, the unsociable eagle owl lord.
Then on the hills, like three heroes,
Still sometimes horseback riders
And again - the wilderness, forgetfulness, dawn,
All the dust, all the dust and the milestone signs ...
Here everyone is glorious -
dead and alive!
And therefore, not repenting in his love,
The soul rings like a leaf, echoing
With all the ringing sunny foliage
Echoing with those who passed
Echoing with those who pass ...
Here the Russian spirit took place over the centuries,
And nothing happens on her.
But this spirit will pass through the ages!
And let the road cover the grass
And let over her, a little sad,
Floating, floating like thoughts, clouds ...