Текст песни Геннадий Жуков - Дорога, дорога...

The old man was great and gray -
In dark patches of moss ...
He was three hundred years old -
An entire era.
On a clear morning - on a white afternoon
I asked for directions:
- Benefits, son, with fire,
Lost, by God ...
I looked around the clean dol -
Clear picture:
The wind in the field barefoot and bare,
No cross, no tyna.
No path, no path ...
The kite in the sky is getting cold.
How not to straighten your feet -
There is no trace ...
Wolf tongue and bird cry -
There is a ravine, there is a pit.
I say: "Go, old man, all the roads are straight."
And the blind old man wandered -
I see it pulls to the left,
Will overlap the foot with a foot
Will remember the Lord ...
Staff - what is your slega -
It gets bogged down in wild grasses.
But it will stumble, and the leg -
The body pulls to the right.
Eight troubles - one answer -
I offended him ...
Only there really is no road.
I said I saw.
No path, no road.
The era prowls
As if he can smell someone's trail
Only smells badly.
How does he not straighten his feet -
Now a ravine, then a pit.
And in the untouched steppe
All roads are straight.