Текст песни Денис Майданов и С.Казанова - Дороги любви

Like life without spring, spring without foliage,
Foliage without thunder, and thunder without lightning,
So the years are boring without the right of love
Fly to the call or your silent groan.
So the years are boring without the right of love
Fly to the call or your silent groan.

Alas, you can’t tell trouble.
Call me - I will take the blow.
Let me give my head for it myself.
Guessing the price is not for me, love.

The roads of love are not easy with us,
But white moss and clover are kind to us.
Nightingales are full of happy longing
And the springs are generous, returning to the north to us.
Nightingales are full of happy longing
And the springs are generous, returning to the north to us.

A land where there are so many partitions
Itself will marry us suddenly.
For the fact that we are faithful to the birds of spring,
We can hear them even in winter, love.
(my favorite)