Текст песни Бардовские песни - А я еду за туманом

You see, it is strange, very strange,
But such a complete eccentric:
I chase for fog, for fog,
And with myself I can not cope in any way.

Chorus:
People sent by affairs, people ride money,
Running from the insult, from longing ...
And I'm going, and I'm going for dreams,
Behind the fog and the smell of taiga.

You see, it's simple, very simple
For someone who at least once leaving.
You imagine that it is acute, very sharp:
Mountains, sun, fir, songs and rains.

Chorus:
Let the full-ones are full of suitcases on the road:
Memory, sadness, irrevocable debts ...
And I'm going, and I'm going for fog,
For dreams and the smell of taiga.

Yuri Kukin June 2, 1964
Foreign train "Leningrad-Sheregesh".