Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Темнота

The darkness ahead, wait,
There's a wall of crimson sunsets,
Headwind, slanting rain,
And the road, rough road.

There's other people's words, there are bad rumors,
There unnecessary meetings happen,
It faded, burned grass,
And traces in the dark can not be read.

We test of strength - fighting,
And fog and a meeting with the surf.
Heart rhythms confuses their
And knocking with interruptions.

There's other people's words, there are bad rumors,
There unnecessary meetings happen,
It faded, burned grass,
And traces in the dark can not be read.

There and sounds and colors are not those
Only I do not have to choose,
Very need me out there in the dark,
Nothing cleared up.

There's other people's words, there are bad rumors,
There unnecessary meetings happen,
It faded, burned grass,
And traces in the dark can not be read.