Текст песни Jack Curly - В пути

Trees go back so fast ,
With no time to enjoy ,
Only the sky is clear ,
Against him the bird flies .

And the clouds , with the sublime depths of the earth ,
In this early morning look at the mountains.
They are so prosaic and dark
And over time, we will open the picture .

Blizzard plays against us ,
Blowing beautiful yellow leaves ,
Thrown from the trees so early ,
Blowin in the wind close to the walls .

And the people - they are always as people
And in the snow in a blizzard , and even in the rain .
Search benefit us forward as a fox ,
Signs follow our loved ones .