Текст песни Оргия Праведников - Дорога

I was born in troubled years
The dark, dissolute years
With the bustle of sultry commotion
I wandered as if in a mortar the darkness was clean
Through the swamp through the stinking
Make my way to the lost
Tired and bored
Issosalo yes tortured
And I couldn't even believe
That there is a way out of this swamp
Because from birth
Knew sorrow and compulsion
How the awkward looks sideways
Life dragged along monotonous
The whole swamp was full of humming
Sloshed mud under my feet

So I wandered year after year
Everything is swamp and swamp
Worn out worn out
Bittern moaned owl hooted
Every vile rang over the ear
I growled like a dog and grinned furiously
I became gloomy like an evil hag
And I only looked at my feet

Once I raised my eyes
Looked aside and froze
And with an open mouth froze in daze
Take a little from me
The road begins
Amid the endless swamps - just a delusion
And still not believing myself completely
I looked at the road carefully
And then bending down to the ground carefully
I began to creep forward as a half-worn beast

After all, the swamp is even mindless and cunning
Victims beckon mocks malicious
How do you go where the grass grows smoother?
If you don't even have time to shout, it will immediately suck
And I thought I was taught by bitter experience
What a marsh spawn road
You will go out boldly with your hands on the hips as a gogol guy
Here the cold swallow will swallow you

But I'm so bored of wandering
That I decided anyway where to disappear
He looked into the sky, said goodbye and sighed
Yes, in the middle of that road, I jumped
From a turn hit the ground
Nose on the field crawled
He crawled on all fours and played the fool in every way
Only time has passed
And the swamp did not swallow
I stand alone alive in the midst of silence
Oh, and it was hard to get used to the thought
That no one wanted to swallow me
I waited for the trembling in my legs to subside
And I tried to wade, forgetting my fear

But the damn swamp
Broke me for a long time
I got used to wiggle between snags
And on a flat road
Was trailing worse than legless
Everything in circles and zigzags
For a long time, no, I have disaccustomed to dodging
And I went on the road to measure miles
All looking up to the clear sky
Yes, torturing my soul with an obsessive thought

And where are you, path, paved
And what kind of people, dear, is found
Maybe the air will pull smoky bitterness
The brigand's bonfires will light up ahead
Or are you torturing me in vain
You will lead deaf and dense forests
And in the forests of those animals are wild and vicious
The hungry will cut off my meat from the bones
Or I think shyly
You will become a bridge over the abyss
Maybe you can climb the mountains
Yes, you will break off over the abyss
Ile through the dewy meadow
You will rush into a clean field
Yes, singing with golden rye
You will go straight to the temple of God

Or breaking the hopes dear
Return to the rotten swamps
You sing, but you can wash
Hide under rotten water

The sunset glow in the sky
The years are mournful, and the roofing felts are blessed
Leaving behind us a mile away
I'm going to the bent sun