Текст песни Владимир Май - Дороги

How many roads were there, how many more will be
Only the Almighty knows about everything,
Inaccessible Afghan, Transnistria, Chechnya,
Who will be responsible for everything that happened.
You tell me, brother, where I am right or wrong,
Maybe it was not all dreams,
Grass won't tell, sand won't tell
The graves won't tell about anything.

Chorus:
A golden star falls from the sky
Breaking through the barriers,
Having flown, she will fall, maybe into the abyss
Or someone again on shoulder straps.

How many roads were there - you just can't count
You and I weren't playing with toys
We fought a mortal battle against the demons of darkness
They died and were resurrected again.
Killing enemies we lost friends
Sending parcels of zinc
This is our bitter truth, brother,
We do not know war from pictures.