Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Дальняя Дорога

C G C
Forget the first holiday, and late loss,
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When the moon wheel zatrenkayut along the highway.
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And the silhouette of owl bow from his seat,
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And right in the soul clap simple song cricket.

Let the beauty looks from the threshold, fading,
So proud, that evil, the evil, the holy.
What - the charm of its handles that - the heat of her quilts?
Come on brother, impeached, let's brother soar.

As long as is night lasts as long as the chaise rolls,
Road this far on both of us enough.
Why are you a hand with guilt you put on the heart?
That does not lose, that, my friend, you will not find.

My wife, as they say, find yourself another,
What, no, you - not expensive,
A long road is given to you by fate,
As a mother 'tears, it is always with you.

From the smell of pines bread from the sky light healing.
A meager love my son will be pale.
A long road and a long road ...