Текст песни Сергей Смирнов - Пойдём туда дорогой колеистой... - стихи И. Жданов

Come to rutted road,
where in the shoes Reach poplar silver -
Diamond is not inferior line.
There's a river sleeping on a bent elbow.

Her dream of such irresistible dream
of our reflections, and above it
where rural life in mittens plank
not obscures the vision of the day empty.

Straw stopped smoldering,
Stack embalmed forces -
like us the first day of creation
before our birth was betrayed.

Let's go to the left, separated by commas
bottles being lulled to sleep by,
colorless with an emphasis in gold,
krovistym sweetened fire.

It is not a dream, and the wind multi-armed
on dead wood, pale and severe,
riding a rickety metronomic knock
sweeping bows axes.

The forest groans, all carrion plant
painfully trying to rustle.
But do not grow on the tree shade,
and they have nothing to say and to dare.

Forest echo shame stiffens,
it will not post-mortem to face.
The road under your feet is freezing.
It goes to the end of the millennium.