Текст песни Марк Рейзен - Эх, дороги

Eh road dust and fog
Cold anxiety and steppe weeds
You cannot know your share
Can you fold your wings in the middle of the steppes

Dust curls under the boots of the steppe fields
And the flames are raging around and the bullets are whistling

Eh road dust and fog
Cold anxiety and steppe weeds
The shot will strike the crow is circling
Your friend lies in the inanimate weeds

And the road rushes on, it swirls with dust
And all around the earth is smoking foreign land

Eh road dust and fog
Cold anxiety and steppe weeds
The edge of the pine sun rises
At the porch of his own mother is waiting for her son

And the endless paths of the steppes and fields
Everyone is looking after us, dear eyes

Eh road dust and fog
Cold anxiety and steppe weeds
Is it snowing the wind remember friends
We cannot forget these roads