Текст песни Александр Заславский - Путь

I walked barefoot, I walked
I carried my bow to the joy of mind
I sang trifles, I looked at the sky
And the Silk Road, put on the belt.

There was a fuss, fogs and dust
In the window - depth, in the kitchen of gardens
I went in a straight line - the road is empty
Returned home, and at home - spring.

Here are all cheerful, in the pockets of Kabak
Over the lake - smoke, over the forest - Sunset
And the house is waiting for me, and the lamps are burning
And I'm not alone, and this is happy.

Night. Snow. Sannaya path.
We do not sleep here.
House. Light. Time essence.
Life does not blend so much.

And the snow is all, and the wind is easy
Here the city lives, and the streets of the glass
River Ice and Faithful Moting
Seen - where, and the heart turned on.

Fly high, and see around
Above the house is light, above the lake - a circle
Lights in distant, pine dome
One snow, with fate in half.

Let you come, let's not alone
Find the road, road back
We are always at home, the river is ice
And this is our way, and warms the star.

Night. Snow. Sannaya path.
We do not sleep here.
House. Light. Time essence.
Life does not blend so much.