Текст песни Н. Караченцев - Всюду бегут дороги...

Throughout the road running ,
In the woods , in the desert ,
In the early and the late hour .

People walk on them ,
Walk in them hearse ,
In the early and the late hour .

So on the earth's desert
Throwing earth pasture
And third-party property ,

Begging and princes -
Princess servitude ,
Convict princes .

That converged road
So we knocked a wedge .
Dark, oh, dark hour.

It was not me with you -
This is the trouble with bedoyu
Convict - converged .

What! Kiss on the lips,
If you lyuby ,
God did not save me .

All on the same road
Dragged hearse -
In early whether late hour .