Текст песни Александр Новиков - Куда Ведут Пути-Дороги

Where - where are the way the track ?
Until the coffin lid , everyone knows crazy
Armenians sew lucky boots
I sew any of them
Search destiny , fall off the soles
In Tashkent, sweet melon growing
Remove lumps on each ton weave
For their hard work Muslim

And we steal an hour of a teaspoon
In immeasurably impoverished middle lane
And tram travel around the stretcher
And Werth like a squirrel in a wheel
Where you do not you will look - everywhere naked & quot; Bob & quot;
Comes home exhausted and overwhelmed
And if in the morning treshka bred -
By lunchtime , look, it is filled with ball

Votknesh left - naked pockets
Votknesh right - lean purse
Cops already searched all drunk
And do not have the money simply is not drunk
Around impecunious people to beastliness
Cripples are almost never served
But minorities
Sell ​​on the streets of tulips

I realized , it is necessary to make feet south
And change the latitude and longitude
Caucasus to feed the thief and her friend
We will not forget your kindness
Come, obzhivaya a new place
I will not knock off a measly rubles
Native Caucasus, we will be together again
Meet in the ports of large ships

Batumi , Sochi , Poti, Yalta , Hosta -
There otlezhus under the hot sun relish
Under the sun of the south live simply and easily
There sea, women , have something to steal
Marine Blue, familiar to the pain
Before me opens its breadth
And I , I do not see age will
In a coffin seen Siberian Curse !