Текст песни HardWood - The Road Not Taken

On that day, at a crossroads in the autumn forest,
As anyone who is not the fate of the hoof,
Overcome by grief, frozen in the wind,
I have long watched the trail on the Mount
To run to the edge and maple zmeitsya ...

Sighing, I went on the nearby - she
Shelter wild, tall grass,
It was almost invisible under your feet,
But apparently he has served his full
Goeth once and this trail.

Two roads were equal in the foliage,
And it was the day on both deserted.
I walked along the overgrown, keeping in mind
Myslishka that they still two
What can go back, even though it is difficult to believe.

Perhaps, then, in the old man's vorchbe
I will remember both the fork and the road,
Sigh for the fate of foolishly missed ...
But the way I chose the untrodden,
What is important only in the end.