Текст песни Андрей Макаревич и Оркестр Креольского Танго - Путь

Tell me, my friend,
Why are we so careless?
In the flow of days
And in the confusion of affairs
Do not we remember,
What age will not last forever
And all paths
Put a limit.

I do not believe in miracles,
And it was a strange impression:
flying all his life,
flying all his life,
Once soared.
And yet always
We say goodbye unexpectedly,
On the most important
Did not finish.

We will not slow down the pace
And do not think of days,
And storms scrapes
Becomes stronger.
But hear me: the clock strikes
At that moment, sama,
When the surely
No one expects
Last call ...

But there is no end of the road,
And so bright road,
Where day is born again
And there are songs to sing.
And the one who followed me,
Let hasten a little,
Having to everything
What I do not have time.