Текст песни Даин Морийский - Дорожный блюз

Very warmed mud from under the wheels,
And, even if the cold, come on kranty
And leaving behind a thousand miles,
Drink some stuff with other people's musician
(On night and day with Santa)
And pouring a glass of the penultimate,
Tear rags - rags emptying town
And through the pink-black-green mist,
To know that the summer is coming soon ...

And I did not notice that spring has come ...
And I did not notice that spring has come
On the track, Peter - Moscow - Nizhny - Tula

The sun warms my back warm hand
Oh, in our latitudes, so little sun
I'm on the third shelf in the car with reserved seats
Scratched number on the bottom of the well
I smoke in Chiharu shoddy "White Sea"
You have everything, I have a blues
I look forward to when you teach me to dance
Dance of the white nights on the way home

You will not sell for cheap maiden honor,
Although, if you want, of course sell
And while I feel better alone than together,
I'm going to "foreign" rather than "our"
And something is forever between the spring
And in the summer, when all the receptors lie
Shout bottomless sky "Wait!"
I'm here! I am there! I'm here!!!

(C) Dain 6.04. -11.04.2006