Текст песни Веня Дркин - В двух шагах до тумана

There were seven of them
Yes, with them, they are northern
wind, wind.

They led the Cerberus
In three wreaths of clover
Recklessly like children.

The road was long,
The Doomed Project
nevertheless, all the same.

Fifty versts beyond a foot,
The sky, the snow and the sun.
We can not do this.

What with dreams does not carry -
I shall hide myself with my head,
All to hell with the devil.

If only not to fall asleep until morning,
If only I did not close my eyes
The eighth in a row.

Tea, cigarettes and miscellaneous
There are only times left -
early, eh, early.

Beautiful girl,
I know, will not give up
Two steps to the fog.