Текст песни Евгения Терехина - Дорога

Through Zhytomyr Penza,
That is, not in a straight line,
At night, Morlana Song,
I was driving my boyfriend.

That his way was pushing,
It would hardly be to say
Seen, shower alkal
The most curves.

The wind dives in the field,
Clean and cool darkness.
In short, not anyway
Go where and how?

Penza or Zhytomyr -
Do not see the window,
Alive, and perhaps died
In general, everything is equal.

Requires a little:
Heaven and in it the moon,
And the lifestyle is the road,
If the target is dark.