Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Дорога длиною в жизнь

Across the river, where my home is, nightingales filled calls,
Green meadows and trees on the other side.
Twenty-first warm day of spring I met on the tarmac,
And the column again crawl through the mountains on it.

On the cab car paint painted stars.
Every hour, every moment of this route normal weight,
Measure it with our blood red Soldiers
Yes, the number of mines exploded under the wheel.

        Gasoline to the eyeballs,
        Checked the reserve
                         and tehtalon.
        Now, one way
        You and I, Sergei,
                             hold style.
        Dai, company, hasten us
        Command & quot; on the machines! & Quot ;.
        Timer does not sparkle,
        Damn incense fears
        Do you want to live -
                      no reason to be afraid.

Here & quot; Afghan & quot; blew out. Dust mixed with sand to swallow,
Prior to the & quot; green stuff & quot; a little bit, well, there - whether so, or not.
And on the other side of my mother's sister school escorts,
And my Grandma is watering the flowers on the window.

Under warm hand wheel and pedals and trunk underfoot.
And near by country, spitting a bullet in my face.
Would flood it, this land dry tears
Those who are lost their brothers, husbands and fathers.