Текст песни Александр Дольский - На всех дорогах

On all roads

                  Alexander Dolsky

My friend, I'm exhausted
making his way, making his way of life,
and accumulated bitterness in my heart:
the more right, the more bits.
But this is how the home is built,
his misfortune is my fault.
don't enjoy the silence
there is a long war going on.
Our enemy is not far
every day he is eye to eye,
it’s not easy to master
and I want to tell you:

on all roads uncle with gray matter,
always set to "quieter ride ..."
securely covered with a gray creature
direct paths to truth and victory.

There will be no special ones:
and the Stalinist starks,
and middle-aged careerists,
and young leaders
judge spitting on the law
and a high-seated coward
and the protesting plankton,
and overseer of weak muses.
Their goal is common, and to her
they hurry and burn bridges
grab a piece, and bigger
from popular dumbness.

I see them clearer than smoke
they shut up my mouth
crosses on songs
but the word bitter lives on.
Our silent enemy is trickier than us
he is numerous and strong
clutching eyes
for the shafts of our banners.
And I can’t promise
that you and I will survive.
such a clever enemy
long been a cruel battle.