Текст песни Вольный путь - 03 В пути

Oh, yes, the cloud of the sky is not frowning,
Kolo Light reached Zenit.
I'm not tired on the way, but noon
Relax tell me a little.

I am painted with shady dubravool,
Given a burning horse
And hug foolish herbs
Again my dear land.

I need a blue sky yes high
Not steppe - my native
As if the arrows, the falcons cut it,
Not black night crowned

Good heart full of noise
Evil patterns in Russian land.
The cross is native on me, yes Perunovo
Wheel on the mighty shoulder.

Blood will not be in the age of red paint,
And one everyone is hard to be.
It is only a pity that we are a glossy brief
For unity I had to pay.

Echoes are strong in the Spirit of free.
Couple Light hot bake.
The path is not free to the grain of the throne,
Prince long ago on the feast I am waiting for me.

I need a blue sky yes high
Not steppe - my native
As if the arrows, the falcons cut it,
Not black night crowned

Good heart full of noise
Evil patterns in Russian land.
The cross is native on me, yes Perunovo
Wheel on the mighty shoulder.