Текст песни Ирина Антонова - Длинная лента

Long tape
Nodule on the memory tighten tighter
On satin ribbon traveled roads.
We are her step, we ironed it,
Not sparing the heart and tired legs.
We are in no way sad, we have guitar,
And even after we twist a finger at his temple.
We road treats separations broth
From the dense fog the color of milk.

Chorus: Long ribbon - gray satin
               Over the horizon runs away from us
               And nodules marked route,
               We are somewhere waiting again.
That the mountain, the mountain ahead of the wind,
All the running, running stubborn path,
In those places where we again meet the dawn,
Where are the eyes that can not be forgotten.
So let's leave the dusty spears
And let us after twisting his finger to his temple,
And for us the road - a remedy for anxiety
Life is not boring us close!