Текст песни А. Федорцев - На перекрёстке

At the intersection of two roads
One stand.
Read between the lines trying
The fate of his.

On the stone inscriptions erased
A long time ago.
Through the branches of poplar moon
Follow me.

Around the fog thickens.
And in my head ...
And who is writing our novel
Not by chapter.

But what is written, erased
I can not
Beyond a narrow cage
I do not run away.

But how to go over the precipice
And do not fall?
Oh, if wings grow
I was given the power ...

 But no wings. And in the mountain path
Always difficult.
We'll have all the same roll
On a narrow bridge.
 
Yes, maybe I'm straight to hell
I bought a ticket.
But the choice has been made. And ago
There is no road.
 
© Shmakovich