Текст песни Бостриков М. - Фронтир

Frontier.

Among the turns of the hills;
In the harness pair of oxen;
The wheel comes the grass of the great plains.
And under a quiet creaking wheels
Lights near the running dog
And the wind tells you that you are not alone.

The wheel leaves the trail.
I guess I am Oplex
From the shine of snow on the tops of the mountains.
Hurry our van, hurry.
Continuing his way to learn:
There will be a new space for the pass.

On the privala fire fire.
Our food is quite simple:
Here is a chowder, beans, coffee and beans again.
And tomorrow again the transition,
It is not known what awaits you
But pray and pay for your work.

Someone can you next
Every other day or many years
Will goes down, the pioneer is the same as you.
And "Kentucky" is already in hand,
What flashed there in the distance?
That Indian, Bizon or our dreams.

There were mountains, plains, forest.
You do not know where it climbed.
Looking around - our frontier runs here.
Not simple waited for fate,
There was one, but now more than a hundred.
And the van to his wheel spreads the world.