Текст песни Марк Рейзен - Эх, дороги

Eh dear dust and fog
Cold anxiety and steppe weeds
You can not know your share
Can you fold the wings in the middle of the steppes

The dust is strewn under the boots by the steppe fields
And around the raging fire and bullets whistle

Eh dear dust and fog
Cold anxiety and steppe weeds
Shot of a crow rushing
Your friend lies in the weeds of the inanimate

And the road rushes further to collect dust
And around the earth the smoke of another's land

Eh dear dust and fog
Cold anxiety and steppe weeds
The edge of the pine sun rises
At the porch of his own mother, his little son is waiting

And by the endless paths of steppe fields
Everyone looks after us native eyes

Eh dear dust and fog
Cold anxiety and steppe weeds
Whether the snow will remember the wind friends
We can not forget these roads