Текст песни Рашид Бейбутов - По горным дорогам

On a mountain road
I.
Blowing top, in silence and strictly
Brook rushed to the creek.
On mountain roads, on mountain roads,
I am a machine.
My friend threw his cloak over his shoulders,
And riding a fast horse.
He zoomed in a hurry I'm at a meeting,
And the way he gives me.

I keep a ticket in a shaggy fur cap,
And the heart of a long lost.
My dear lives in a mountain village,
He lives among the rocks and the sky.
Why do I have to trouble himself,
Deprived of sleep and rest.
My dear like a fortress,
Most impregnable it.

II.
I do not want to ride with me in the car,
Hurry to show their power.
And everything suggests that girls today,
In the mountains to steal prohibited.
According to the white light, the white light,
I'm going to the fog and storm,
And I give you my word that this girl,
I'm still friends, Take.

She herself sits with me in the car,
Cheek pressed against the shoulder.
And with it a steep, spin top,
I quickly vzlechu falcon.
And where the sparkle in the sky high,
Constellation eagle edge
On mountain roads, on mountain roads,
Hurry up to my wedding.