Текст песни Санд Арлен - Я гуляю по скользким тропам

I walk on slippery tracks ,
But it is not my fault , and spring .
What Otchainov rushing gallop ,
Past the streets in my eyes !

Past the window , the wind howl ,
A fresh , beats in my nostrils and ears .

I want to breathe it endlessly ,
observe , feel , and listen !

Let me go on slippery paths ,
and the risk of falling all the time ,
I look straight in front of him ,
but not in puddles , mud and asphalt .