Текст песни Анатолий Загот - В ночной степи

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In the night steppe no trails, no roads,
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Only feral wind gust.
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The land sped right out from under my feet,
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We are in the August sky forgetting.

And we do not we'll call back.
Let the flies, we have a different route.
We can not be late,
For our friends are worried and waiting.

At night the stars steppe we cherish,
Above us a bright scattering of grief.
Go star people through the taiga,
Swim star persons on the seas.

And we'll go straight for the stars,
Let this path will not be too easy.
After all, we do not breed from unfortunates,
More weaned in the cities of stars.

And we will not call back the land.
Let the flies, we have another route.
Let every step of our will - Shooting Stars,
The boys pick up the morning star.