Текст песни Слава Благов - Дорожные истории

& Quot; Travel stories & quot;
(V.Dyachkov music, poetry I.Shavrov)

We drive from the capital,
It has long been not sleep
And spread out a box of chocolates.
Road tired.
We struck the wheel
Instead of roadside cafes.

1st Chorus:

Road history
Ironically,
Which stores road far.
Pick random.
What lies ahead of it?

I sat down at the table bold.
& Quot; Do not exchange the steward? & Quot;
The mustachioed trucker asked.
We became friends. He was a local,
But I do not sit on the ground,
After hobo spirit is haunting Russia.
He traveled all over the country
And forty without the bride,
But the spirit is haunting Russia hobo!

Chorus first.

We talked for a long time
About homeland, duty,
The fact that in this world we are attracted.
On the way Russian force
Though being branded a bitch,
There are, brother! See you again!

2nd Chorus:

Road history.
See you later!
On the road do not drive a hundred!
Met with the breeze will pass.
What lies ahead of it?

Chorus first.
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