Lyrics ОЛЕГ КУРСКИЙ - Сон Пилигрима

At the intersection of two roads
Powed old rusty sign:
Come up - see God will see
Will understand that something is wrong here
Come back - see .. ass,
Forward - the damn himself will not figure
Not hell and not the Eden Garden
On the other side we are waiting for us.

All roads lead to Rome,
I am going to delight on them:
"Putting on kilometers of thousands
Beggar Pilgrim! "
I took the land of my native
To see the paradise of the earth -
I was looking for my Jerusalem.

At the intersection of two roads
I met my destiny.
Kohl could not move
I decided to swell - in the coffin!
I'm not a vampire and not a maniac,
I tend to take, as it is,
And this night, and this sign,
What was like a cross.

All roads lead to Rome..

At the intersection of two roads,
Opening the eyes, putting the backpack,
I hurried to the corner
Where there was a rusty sign ..
On fresh land,
Dockey extended a look
Lost in the predawn Mol
Rows of crosses are standing.

All roads lead to Rome..

All roads lead to Rome,
I am going to delight on them:
"Putting on kilometers of thousands
Beggar Pilgrim! "
I otal Kursk region
To see Russian paradise -
I found my Jerusalem.