Lyrics Александр Мисько и Ксения Климова - Моя дорога там, где ты
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Я помню этот странный день:
Твой взгляд, как будто бы случайный;
В чужом краю цвела сирень,
Краю, что весь окутан тайной.
Не зря мы встретились с тобой,
Не зря ждала тебя так долго.
Так хорошо. Иду домой.
Мой дом, где ты. В другом нет толку.
Припев:
По дороге к тебе,
спотыкаясь и падая,
Снег идёт в сентябре
вдоль пустой автострады.
На дороге к тебе
столько шума и грохота -
Голос мой в серебре
растворится до ропота.
Куплет 2:
Огни столичных городов
теперь совсем не привлекают;
Клубки электропроводов
мне не нужны. Они мешают.
Пусть все разрушатся мосты,
Возненавижу всех знакомых,
Пусть не подаришь мне цветы,
Но дома мне с тобой, как дома.
Куплет 3:
Не спят соседи и коты,
Их всех окутали тревоги,
Что ж, ищут пусть свои дороги,
Моя дорога там, где ты.
I remember this strange day:
Your look, as if random;
In a strange land bloomed lilac,
The edge that the whole is shrouded in mystery.
No wonder we met with you
No wonder waiting for you for so long.
So good. I am going home.
My home is where you are. In the other there is no sense.
Chorus:
On the way to you,
stumbling and falling
It's snowing in September
along the empty freeway.
On the road to you
so much noise and rumble -
My voice in silver
dissolve to murmur.
Verse 2:
Lights of capital cities
now do not attract at all;
Electrical wire bundles
I do not need. They interfere.
Let all the bridges collapse
I hate all acquaintances
Don't let me give you flowers
But at home I am with you, like at home.
Verse 3:
Do not sleep neighbors and cats,
They were all wracked with anxiety,
Well, let them find their way,
My road is where you are.
Your look, as if random;
In a strange land bloomed lilac,
The edge that the whole is shrouded in mystery.
No wonder we met with you
No wonder waiting for you for so long.
So good. I am going home.
My home is where you are. In the other there is no sense.
Chorus:
On the way to you,
stumbling and falling
It's snowing in September
along the empty freeway.
On the road to you
so much noise and rumble -
My voice in silver
dissolve to murmur.
Verse 2:
Lights of capital cities
now do not attract at all;
Electrical wire bundles
I do not need. They interfere.
Let all the bridges collapse
I hate all acquaintances
Don't let me give you flowers
But at home I am with you, like at home.
Verse 3:
Do not sleep neighbors and cats,
They were all wracked with anxiety,
Well, let them find their way,
My road is where you are.