Текст песни Машина времени - По дороге в Непал

Where pipes and met Saigon
Sever ties times.
We read everything we have heard ringing , we blew
the climb.
Who remained , waved ,
And detachment galloped .
It was an endless spring
On the way to Nepal.

They say , for we shot more than once ,
But we were as one,
Never taking his eyes glowing ,
With the remote nodes.
However, someone returned home ,
Someone just disappeared.
It was an endless spring
On the way to Nepal.

Tibet road straight,
Sponsor the left , to the right Lama
Lonely, lonely road .
By ancient Ixtlan ,
from & quot; Agdam & quot; to accordion
Write me , my mother , somehow
On the way to Nepal.

On roadsides were lights ,
We hurried to light.
For the hundredth time it seemed that we
Found their Tibet .
And to celebrate, for another .
Someone sang , someone was sleeping .
It was an endless spring
On the way to Nepal.

Where pipes and met Saigon
No one else .
There today is green & quot; & quot ;, Dirol
There bloomed & quot; & quot ;. Blendamed
And long forgotten prophetic dreams
Started from the beginning
That seemed to be an endless spring
On the way to Nepal.