Текст песни Геннадий Жуков - Дорога, дорога...

The old man was big and gray -
 In the dark tufts of moha ...
 He was three hundred years old -
 A whole era.
 Clear morning - a white day
 I asked for directions:
 - Benefits, son, fire,
 I lost it, I swear ...
 I looked at the clean dol -
 Clear picture:
 The wind in the field is bare and bare,
 No cross, no tuna.
 Neither paths, nor trails ...
 The kite in the sky is getting cold.
 How not to straighten your feet -
 There is no path in sight ...
 Wolf language and bird scream -
 There is a ravine, there is a pit.
 I say: "Go, old man, All roads are straight."
 And the old man wandered blind -
 I see - pulls to the left,
 It will overwhelm the foot,
 Lord will remember ...
 Staff - that your footprint -
 She sticks in the wild grass.
 And hesitate, and the leg -
 The body pulls to the right.
 Eight troubles - one answer -
 I offended him ...
 Only really there is no road.
 I said I saw it.
 There is no path, no road.
 Scouring era,
 It seems like someone's trace,
 Only feels bad.
 How will not straighten the feet -
 That ravine, then a pit.
 And in the deserted steppe
 All roads are straight.