Текст песни Разрыв-Трава - По Белой Дороге

On a white road

On the white road in the vgdle
Walked a lonely funny traveler,
Listened like winds playing lute
And the time sings a song without words.
The rains are impregnated and the sun is spotted
I saw the types of cloak with a hood.
Traveled travelers, sorrow devoured,
On the white road, the road time.

During the time he went, and time after him,
Millennaya flowed past.
"Do I have a way to overcome me?" -
I thought then to pilgrim.
She went at random in the intersections of fate,
Past deaf dead impasters
By narrow bridges of Lyamesky tricks,
Yes, for the purpose of the road forgot ...

... walked - Breul at random
And did not seek who is to blame
In the inflorescence of the years I saw my time,
Lived with the surrounding world not in the way,
Laughed and crying the nefple,
But he knew that he would stay where I would meet her ...

... on a white road in the vgdle
Walked a lonely funny traveler,
Listened like winds playing lute
And the time sings a song without words ...