Текст песни Евгений Росс - Чуйский тракт

There is a place in remote Siberia
Shukshin once lived here.
There is a road along the village
In the Chuysky path of steep peaks.
And legends compose a driver in Altai
Who was not here does not know
How hard the road is.

For some, the flight is normal,
The Chuya River is noisy from the mountains.
Life goes on wheels
So the snow is already flying.
Taking the callused hand
Like his wife at times
Holds the steering wheel with great love
And the car runs into the distance.

Rifts, passes,
In Altai, mountains, rocks,
Waterfalls and serpentine road.
Behind the insidious turn
A cross stands and a steering wheel with a hood -
Here again passed away
Someone’s son.

Rivers are raging here in the mountains
And rosemary has grown forever.
The harsh land is bewitched
But contrary to nature
The track winds into the mountains
And in Mongolia will rest.
Who holds a long way here
According to the layout - daredevils.

In bad weather, rain and sleet,
Who is in the fog, who is in the ice
Do not go hungry on the road
The driver is a cool people.
Counter cargo is held by hand,
Chuysky tract - everybody walks like that here.
And none of them know
Who will come home when.

Rifts, passes,
In Altai, mountains, rocks,
Waterfalls and serpentine road.
Behind the insidious turn
A cross stands and a steering wheel with a hood -
Here again passed away
Someone’s son.

Behind the insidious turn
A cross stands and a steering wheel with a hood -
Here again passed away
Someone’s son.