Текст песни Иван Банников - Я Устал От Дорог

You're always free
After all, the dream of a house is not true
There you will rarely visited
And again went like this

I got up early in the morning
Do not need goodbyes
I covenant city
Forgive me father's house
Awakened our garden in the morning chirping
Fog as canvas hung over the pond
Enveloped legs grass dodder
Back does not want to let me go
Crane over the well in the great sorrow
Bowed wooden neck again

I'm tired of the road
Only at home I could rest
But I will leave Paradise
Again beckons me on a long journey

What good gifts Overseas goodies
Our house looked and the roof leaks
By evening there zalitayut tits
A puddle in the upper room, since rain comes
The old woman did not need the money, and attention
Skillful hand of the shoulder
Empties Village Circle vegetation
But a couple of little houses there are still
What good gifts Overseas goodies
Our house looked and the roof leaks
By evening there zalitayut tits
A puddle in the upper room, since rain comes
The old woman did not need the money, and attention
Skillful hand of the shoulder
Empties Village Circle vegetation
But a couple of little houses there are still

I'm tired of the road
Only at home I could rest
But I will leave Paradise
Again beckons me on a long journey

And to himself in any way justify
After all, the soul as the autumn rainy
You said: & quot; - loved mother Yesenin
And yet came to visit often not & quot;
You're always free
After all, the dream of a house is not true
There you will rarely visited
And again went like this

A childhood picture remained on forever
As a mom in the furnace fan the fire
As with Batya we boat pitched on the river
In the distance drank water hobbled horse
I need to take my mother to my town
But there will be no good to her the day
And the temple is still dilapidated roads
Fathers grave yes maple at the fence

I'm tired of the road
Only at home I could rest
But I will leave Paradise
Again beckons me on a long journey

You're always free
After all, the dream of a house is not true
There you will rarely visited
And again went like this
You're always free
After all, the dream of a house is not true
There you will rarely visited
And again went like this