Текст песни Евгений Росс - Чуйский тракт

There is a place in remote Siberia
Here once lived Shukshin.
Along the village goes road
In Chui tract steep peaks.
And legends compose in Altai chauffeur
Who was not here, he does not know
As the road is heavy.

For someone, the flight is normal,
River Feeling from the mountains roars.
Life goes on wheels
So the snow is already flying.
Taking a callous hand,
Like your wife sometimes
Holds the steering wheel with great love
And the car runs into the distance.

Rolls, passes,
In Altai mountains, rocks,
Waterfalls and road serpentine.
Behind the cunning turn
Cross stands and steering wheel with hood -
Here again he died
Someone's son.

Rivers are raging here in the mountains.
And wild rosemary has grown forever.
The edge is severely bewitched,
But nature contrary
The track rides into the mountains
And in Mongolia rests.
Who is holding the way far
By decomposition - brave.

In bad weather, rain and slush,
Who is in the fog, who is in the ice
Do not swallow on the road
The driver is a cool people.
Oncoming cargo hand hold,
Chui tract - everyone here goes like this.
And none of them know
When someone comes home.

Rolls, passes,
In Altai mountains, rocks,
Waterfalls and road serpentine.
Behind the cunning turn
Cross stands and steering wheel with hood -
Here again he died
Someone's son.

Behind the cunning turn
Cross stands and steering wheel with hood -
Here again he died
Someone's son.