Текст песни Валерия Миронова - Скитальцы

With a difficult little I lost,
Nights can not prevail.
By belated sparks,
The heart was running away.
But today I will explode the fire,
Into the clear distance going.
Lure me for the path of the day,
What brought you.
Wanderer song sobbing, drunk
Bitter wormwood roads,
Alien echoes of the familiar dream,
What saved us for each other.

Illuminated by those dreams,
The land will become a treasured reality,
The way spreads before us
On the tail of the crazy winds.
Through the cold, the twilight,
From the fire of days of carefree,
By the trembling of the night, eternal
For their last cover.

 Understanding, glance flickering,
In the heart melts melancholy
In a bright flame the call is desperate
will reflect
the sky I gently stroke my hand
crescent
and the stars are ruthlessly repulsed
again on the road in a double
in the western harbor the sun is evil
strokes the east
a tower of gold in the southern city
fragile flower
Myths of oblivion sea in the north
I hear every breath
I
And while you're letting
Cape embraces himself
far from looking
whitewash the forest

two wanderers in the world of this
two blurred silhouettes
the smell of happiness is only sweet
we will find each other for each other

two wanderers in the world of this
two blurred silhouettes
the smell of happiness is only sweet
we will find each other for each other