Текст песни Ламовский Дмитрий - Куда ведут тебя дороги

Where the roads lead you
Rus tousled by the wind?
He lives in the hearts of simple and strict
Your birch sadness ...

Cold train platform,
Behind the mist of glass
In the frozen fingers go out matches
The likeness of the fallen stars

And the breadth of the expanses multiplies the lines
The wilderness of the station has opened
And the feelings of unbeaten streams
Carry rest brig on reef

Flashing old villages
On a white sheet of snow
Where smeared on rusk jam
Old people's thin fingers

Loaded rails moan
Under the onslaught of the wheels
Deeper, that darker pool,
In which my question is drowning

Where the roads lead you
Rus tousled by the wind?
Your sorrows and anxieties
Since childhood, we learn by heart