Текст песни Анатолий - Убегает в даль дорожка моя

Sober as glass, ruddy Russian Father Frost,
 Hoarfrost on the eyebrows, beard.
 Here, every kilometer is useful rope
 The driver's experience - almost everywhere.

 Again, winter, frosty, quiet, lush white snow.
 Cedars green and high.
 Forty-seven in the world to live - not calm down in any way,
 And hopes are as far.

 Runs away my path,
 He runs away from me, from me.
 He runs away from me, running away from me,
 Runs away my path.

 Which witch playing my destiny?
 Maybe good, but most likely - the evil.
 He runs away from me, running away from me,
 In the distance, my long track.