Lyrics Женщина с Бородой - Алтайская Автостопная

Over the earth the third month rages bad weather
Do not fly a train, do not travel steamers
We are beset by fog with thee on the side of the road
Here, Siberia, not Europe, is not friends here
From the passing cars play Putti and Savoy
There was no money and no, but you are drunk today without drinking
The sun over Chuya, snow snapped Ulagan

Very fast hitchhiking, let's skip a couple of cars
Excuse me, guys, do not fall asleep under the rustling of tires
There's a turn on the turn, and everyone has their own miracles
Here, Don Juan and Don Genaro are driven into the mountains of the herd
We do not need to redeem their tricks
Secret paths lead to dense forests
Time passed, the hands in the clock froze.

With the weather do not argue
Better mountains can only be mountains
We tie a string of wind in the beads kilometers
Hitchhiking for the clouds

Dogs bark, the wind wears, hitch-hikers sleep
Behind the silent ridges the sunset is burning away
In a dream, the columns of limousines are braked by the hand
Projecting ourselves into a world without a sense of guilt
In the coordinate system, only eternity and we
And the wind is the wind, and the shore is just the river bank