Текст песни А. Устюгов и гр. Экибастуз - Дорога в рай

The road to heaven

Everyone has their own road to paradise,
Do not confuse her alone with anything:
She laid down on a spring morning
And it’s called the summer wind.

I will find the way along the mowed grass
In the snow, a dusty path.
Let people say, “Fear God!”
It’s not for them to judge where the road is to me.

Each has its own road to paradise.
I walk along it without asking for eternity.
Where does this infinity lead us?
And life as a match will break out, and goodbye.

Each has its own way up:
That freezes, then rushes quickly.
And of course there’s no point
Who will reach there faster than anyone.

Each has its own way up
Tendons break under the weight of the pain.
And sometimes I break off the wings
So as not to tear yourself down.

Everyone has their own road to paradise,
And the fingers look for the steps on the wall.
That sky is crying on my lap
That heart does not want to die.

Everyone has their own road to paradise,
Of a thousand ways, moves, paths,
Of fates, woven into a web, -
We have to blindly choose.

And along this road, as in delirium,
Like in a red-hot lava brigantine,
In the smoke of burning souls and nicotine
To the touch, choking, I go.

Each has its own road to paradise.
I walk along it without asking for eternity.
Where does this infinity lead us?
And life as a match will break out, and goodbye.