Текст песни Буба Кикабидзе - Приходит день муз.Гия Канчели,слова Р.Рождественский

Day is leaving, day is coming
One of a thousand.
What are we waiting for? What do we want?
What are we looking for?
Who is in the field, who is in the sky, who is in the sea,
We are looking for ourselves, we are looking for ourselves.

Fly to the winds, make noise in the rain
Buzz the weather.
Tell me why, tell me where
We are all leaving.
Leaving childhood, from home,
From old tales, from past oneself.

We have such a life with you
Such a track.
And if you suddenly find yourself
Will we fail?
On this endless road
Again we will leave the past ourselves.