Текст песни Дулов Ал. на сл. Мориц Ю. - Уеду, уеду, уеду...

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I leave, leave, leave
In the distant bright steppe
Where dogs are racing on the track,
Plexus in a narrow range.

There are birds of prey migrate,
And the heat does not spare the face,
And the smell of a dog scenting,
There hare torn heart.

I will lay out the fires,
Hunters cook dinner.
And I run wild, I will forget,
How should I talk to you.

I'm tired to fall,
But to hear that buzzing winds
Let the heavens and the mountains and paddy
I will protect you from!

I'm guessing the beast
On the grass, trampled evil.
I entrust the brave people
Once your craft -

And kite wet body
Hang on a belt tape.
I'll go! What do I care,
How do you live without me.

Yunna Moritz 1956