Текст песни Геннадий Жуков - Дорога, дорога...

There was an old man and sad -
In dark flocks of my mug ...
He was three hundred years old
Whole era.
Clear in the morning - White Day
Asked the road:
- Possibly, son, fire,
Lost, by God ...
I looked at my pure dol -
Clear picture:
Wind in Bos and goal field
Neither the cross nor the tint.
No paths, nor trails ...
Korshun in the sky is fuss.
How not to make a foot -
No trails in mom ...
Wolf Szyk Yes Bird Creek -
There is a ravine, there is a pit.
I say: "Go, the old man, all the roads right."
And the old man was blind -
I see - to the left pulls
Swelling the foot stop
Lord will remember ...
Staff - What's your snow -
Looks like wild herbs.
And fill, and leg -
The body pulls right.
Eight troubles - one answer -
I offended him ...
Only indeed there is no road.
I said - I saw.
No trails, no roads.
Growl era
Like someone else's trace
Only feel bad.
How not to straighten the foot -
Then ravine, then pit.
And in the faint steppe
All roads right.