Текст песни Олег Ширяев - Бесконечная дорога

I do not need to guess on the map -
I am without them all I know.
To burn their days with enthusiasm -
Here today, gone tomorrow - there.
Over the horizon runs the road
And I mean - beyond the horizon.
There is hope that a little
I was lucky in this life.

A day and night burnt to the ground
The sky pours beads
And stihnuv, the city goes to sleep,
And I run away somewhere ...
I used to roll to your doorstep,
Yes grief not seen help
And endless road
I was again takes off.

Fate with marked deck
With me playing whist
And not a lot of chances to win,
But foolish to miss the chance.
It passed is not enough,
And I have not the youth,
And if the path originates,
That means that somewhere there is an end.

A day and night burnt to the ground
The sky pours beads
And stihnuv, the city goes to sleep,
And I run, crazy, off ...
I used to roll to your doorstep,
Yes grief not seen help
And endless road
I was again takes off.

And maybe it is not necessary to look for -
I have nothing in the way I spend days,
Happiness goes somewhere nearby -
You're only my reach.
And once it becomes all right,
Again zastuchit heart,
Once the string is pressed against the fret
And the new song sounds

A day and night burnt to the ground
The sky pours beads
And stihnuv, the city goes to sleep,
And I run for something away ...
I used to roll to your doorstep,
Yes grief not seen help
And endless road
I was again takes away ...