Текст песни О.Ткачинський - Любов подорожнього

Darling, I will not stay in your house today,
Beloved, I call on the long journey.
At night, the window covering layers of ice,
I will go by taking a bag of your favorite books.

The best thing really learned to do - it's going.
Without plans, promises, clear ideas and perspectives.
Hiding face and fatigue in warm collar,
Remembering your every curve and color.

If I stay, who will speak with the drivers?
He warns about dangerous German pit?
Who scored to make the history of hundreds of other people's lives?
He combines Carpathians night with singing Odessa waves?

Beloved, catch me in a warm rye southern desert,
in Dzyga in jazz, the rhythm of rapid kvikstepu,
Catch me where the wind whispers to ozharno herbs
where I first met you last time and waited.

As long as you go for the stars and call a sensitive heart,
All that is really yours to you repeatedly return.
I light your recognizes a thousand kilometers,
If I love you, it is ridiculous to fear death.