Lyrics Олег Шак - Музыка дороги
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Всё зовет куда-то, эта музыка дороги,
В ритме ожидания, сердца перестук.
Катятся по рельсам и удачи и тревоги,
А за речкой мой зеленый луг.
Дни летят, как листья, снова осень у порога,
Над клиновой рощей розовый рассвет.
Катятся по рельсам и удачи и тревоги,
А кого люблю, того здесь нет.
Припев:
А колеса стучат и стучат,
А надежды на встречу летят.
На зеленом лугу соберу, как цветы,
Унесенные ветром мечты.
На зеленом лугу соберу, как цветы,
Унесенные ветром мечты.
Всё зовет куда-то эта музыка дороги,
Вечер зажигает окна поездов.
Надо человеку и немало и немного,
Только знать, где станция любовь.
Припев.
Everything is calling somewhere, this music is expensive,
In the rhythm of waiting, the heart has come.
Roll on the tracks and good luck and anxiety,
And behind the river is my green meadow.
Days fly like leaves, fall again at the doorstep,
Over the wedge grove pink dawn.
Roll on the tracks and good luck and anxiety,
And who I love, he is not here.
Chorus:
And the wheels knock and knock,
And hopes of meeting fly.
On a green meadow I will gather like flowers,
Gone with the wind of dreams.
On a green meadow I will gather like flowers,
Gone with the wind of dreams.
Everything is calling somewhere this music is expensive
The evening lights the windows of trains.
It is necessary for man and a lot and a little,
Just know where the station is love.
Chorus.
In the rhythm of waiting, the heart has come.
Roll on the tracks and good luck and anxiety,
And behind the river is my green meadow.
Days fly like leaves, fall again at the doorstep,
Over the wedge grove pink dawn.
Roll on the tracks and good luck and anxiety,
And who I love, he is not here.
Chorus:
And the wheels knock and knock,
And hopes of meeting fly.
On a green meadow I will gather like flowers,
Gone with the wind of dreams.
On a green meadow I will gather like flowers,
Gone with the wind of dreams.
Everything is calling somewhere this music is expensive
The evening lights the windows of trains.
It is necessary for man and a lot and a little,
Just know where the station is love.
Chorus.