Lyrics В.Трошин - Песня журналистов

The words of E.D. Agranovich
Music by Vano Muradeli

The man over the card was quiet,
And you will understand him in a friendly way:
He was already on the way for a long time -
A new day, where will you lead?

Where the caravan is disturbed by a rare
By the sun, watered dunes,
Where the seven-year track continues,
We will go early in the morning

Three days to walk, three days not to sleep
For the sake of a few lines in the newspaper ...
If I start again, I would choose again
Endless troubles these

And that gave a record miner,
That the pilot climbed above the stars,
Before, the reporter will tell all,
From the face to the sky building a bridge

He was listening to the blizzard with the radio operator at night,
The miles in the field were measured with an agronomist,
Brother was, friend and friend
To people, on the eve of strangers

Truth in life is true in everything,
This truth is an irresistible light
From their notebooks let us know
To descendants through the thickness of years

Purchased cigarettes in the way,
Do not be sad, sweetheart, dear ...
The way is called distant planets,
But while I'm flying close