Lyrics Алексей Маклаков - Летят километры

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All that was not so long ago
As if washed away by a giant wave.
And now, brother, another movie -
All the new, I'm going home!

Beauty what a circle -
Do not say, nor describe the pen.
Open it! Pour and swing
For her, brother, for Motherland!

Chorus:
And along the road poplars make a noise about something about their own,
Behind them are rivers and fields, and somewhere there is a favorite house.
And in the house a yellow window, and in it a familiar silhouette,
She's been waiting for me a long time, oh God, how many ... how many years.

How many different, brother, behind -
Nervottrek, chp, trouble.
Now we are with you on the second
For friends, without whom in any way!

Let now we are far from them,
Oh, and the time is simple - atas!
And who, brother, is easy today?
Well, for the third chtoli ... for us!

Chorus:
And along the road poplars make a noise about something about their own,
Behind them are rivers and fields, and somewhere there is a favorite house.
And in the house a yellow window, and in it a familiar silhouette,
She's been waiting for me a long time, oh God, how many ... how many years.

Look in the sky so blue
There is not a single cloud.
Sorry, I wanted another
Just her eye remembered the color.

On the last, which is already here,
Lei to the full, come on, do not be stingy!
For loved ones who are waiting
And for them to wait!

Chorus:
And along the road poplars make a noise about something about their own,
Behind them are rivers and fields, and somewhere there is a favorite house.
And in the house a yellow window, and in it a familiar silhouette,
She's been waiting for me a long time, oh God, how many ... how many years.