Текст песни Глоток Родины - Все дороги ведут в Рим

People give birth
laughed died
thresholds obbivat
they lied killed

animals fled
stammered died
Padali watched
good eye

Carefully avoiding all the powerful people
Heading into the woods when he saw the roadblock

Freezing rain in the waiting poputok
At nightfall, retreating to the churchyard

Birds flew
Birds flew
Birds fleeing
To the north we flew

Trees were
Trees lit up
Trees tacitly
Something waited

But all roads lead to Rome
All roads lead to Babylon
All roads lead to New York
All roads lead to Washington
All roads lead to Ashgabat
All roads lead to Abu Ghraib
All roads lead to the Reichstag
All roads lead to Moscow ...