Текст песни Георгий Николаенко - Дальняя дорога

Forests, fields and cities
Swim past
Familiar as dembelsky album
We were on the highway is an old cabin
The cabin also small our house.

Countryman, not in a hurry,
Turn the steering wheel
Rotations are not always cool
Even in a major turn,
Do not turn sharply,
The road does not forgive fuss.

Chorus:

Let though the night, though midnight
The Long Road
We always leave a little sorry
You pomashesh hand
Silently in the doorway
But I again leads
Unknown distance.

During the winter, spring, summer, autumn and beyond
Fall in apple orchards
Flies out the window the smoke from cigarettes
Behind him fly my year.

Chorus.