Текст песни Максим Леонидов - Эхо дороги

Oh, dear, dust and fog,
Cold, anxiety and steppe weeds.
You can not know your share,
Maybe the wings fold in the middle of the steppes.

Winding dust under boots
Steppes, fields,
And all around raging flames
Yes, the bullets whistle.

Oh, dear, dust and fog,
Cold, anxiety and steppe weeds.
The shot will burst out, the raven is circling ...
Your friend in the weeds inanimate lies.

And the road rushes on,
Dusting, curling.
And around the earth is smoking -
Alien land.

Oh, dear, dust and fog,
Cold, anxiety and steppe weeds.
Pine edge, the sun rises ...
At the porch of his own mother's son is waiting.

And in endless ways,
Steppes, fields
All eyes follow us
Native eyes.

Oh, dear, dust and fog,
Cold, anxiety and steppe weeds.