Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Дороги

Roads, wet with tears,
Roads, shaky laugh,
Knocking boots and the creaking of wheels,
The dreams half a century.
Who said that everything will be so,
Now il never?
Who me, since that would forget?
Who will suffer in the heart of me?

Prospect: star will trace the path in the sky,
Behind her on the night will step on the threshold,
Carry me on his feet the world,
A near the road, roads ...

River, drawn by you,
I was carrying the rapids,
The fate of the hand will guide us
Blind boy Brahmin.
Russia slams in the hearts of glass,
Mongolian blood boil,
But is far from unexpected
Eye nobody gate!

Alarmed sky crows,
The pipe burst on the PATH field,
And he once again not to send peace,
But the promised sword reach.
The pain go away, forget debts
Time curve causeway,
Pat on the head, said:
"You can not escape the roads!"