Текст песни Алатырь - А не ты ли

A lot is not a little, you recognized me
I have long ago become gray from the ashes of fires.
Start all over again - you weren't expecting me
Well, time, like smoke, did not leave dreams.
The road beckons, wait a little
Do not be stubborn, this look does not suit you.
Shawl on our shoulders, we'll put out the candles
I will not give up without a fight, since I came back ...

Didn't you still go to the dark forest for firewood?
Was it not the grass-murova talking to you?
We would not stay on the porch - we live great,
And went to such and such a mother - hey, sing along!

I will understand at dawn whether to believe the signs,
In the meantime, the dawn is not visible outside the window.
What will happen in the summer - do not rush to answer,
Until then, talk to me over the wine.
I came before the deadline - do not judge cruelly
And don't drive me out the door until morning.
What will happen to us - let time judge
And as long as you look, there are so many roads in the world! ..