Текст песни Хайвэй - Блюз оторванного листочка

If you were sitting on the road,
And there was a Negro.
The howling of tired legs
And nowhere else to go
I would go with my guitar
And I'm not in a hurry
We would definitely be friends with you
And we would sing this blues
Blues torn off leaflet
From a notebook of stray dogs
Finished to the point
From attempts to open the bolt

By the road where there are no roadsides
There are no signs, where does
By the power of thought the way is finished
And the law will not find you there
There will find you only a miracle
Or I'll find you there
We'll play voodoo music there
And I will go on my own
We float on a shard of echo
For a thousand long years
All stand at the gates of paradise
Although we have a ticket there

If you were at the desk
And boredom into the pillow ached
I would ask you about God
About which you forgot
He rushes along the lunar track
Picking up the night
He is a highlight in the total mass
And he can help you.
Call him in your heart
Call him in silence
Be ready as the doors open
Do not stay in the familiar dream