Текст песни Валерий Сюткин - Маршрутка

Now it's fresh in the morning, now don't wait for the heat
Snowball the country and all things

And the heart wants spring, but the heart flutters
Minibus flies in dusk blue
And thank God that the road does not end
But invariably returns home

Of course, this is not so, and life is even more complicated.
But you understand an eccentric - it can be harder

And multi-colored garlands are reflected
In the splinters of puddles of never melting night
And a stranger companion smiles at you
And just looking and silently thoughtfully

When minibuses sleep in the snow shoulder to shoulder
They fly in a dream as I want

And we repeat to ourselves: "Everything is just beginning."
What of course we early to rest
And thank God that the road does not end
But invariably returns home

Now it's fresh in the morning, now don't wait for the heat
Snowball the country and all things

And the heart wants spring, but the heart flutters
Minibus flies in dusk blue
And thank God that the road does not end
But invariably returns home