Текст песни Юрий Кукин - Гонимые ветром

Do not, do not, do not think about it!
All that torments you, there in the distance.
Going, going, Windswept,
On the ridges of the Pamirs, the roof of the ground.
Tired save unnecessary doubt
And the cold will forget worries,
And slopes, sliding wrinkles shadows
Silver Mountain weary foreheads.

Fantasia wind spoils stone
Capricious hand of fate is unreliable.
String kilometers rings under his feet,
And cut up the mountain rivers century.
And in the morning, at the first burst of dawn,
When the eyes open beauty
Going, going, Windswept,
On dusty roads, the snowy ridges ...
Going, going, Windswept,
On dusty roads, the snowy ridges ...