Текст песни Дмитрий О. Баянов - Геологическая дорожная

Geological roadmage
Sl. and music. D. Bayanov

So sweet cigarettes smoke
For the top of the verst from home,
Where was a madman young
I knew love and thunder.
Pain, memory lucked wind,
Silence will warm, coals
Warmly supports until the morning
And you will go away - will you find?

You raw to the ground, listen -
Earth caresses our souls
Children's cleanliness
And urban prayer is better
Maybe her motive is simple.

And the blizzard was crying vyzryd,
Include in the cab light brown
Motor buzzing, Taiga flies,
Fuck is not sung. All roce
Forgotten coffee in the morning,
Fast and forgiveness,
Favoric life your ways
In another measurement ...

You raw to the ground, listen -
Earth caresses our souls
Children's cleanliness
And urban prayer is better
Maybe her motive is simple.

1995.

* - in different versions of the song, these lines can sound in different ways