Текст песни Пилот - по дорогам..

The white wedding dress
But firm step of the circle!
Past the door on his way over the line,
Taking with them the dream of a long evening ...
And no tears in the eyes ... and no tears in the eyes!

We lost to you! We lost track of him,
We'll disperse in the sky, like two flocks.
Who to the south, another to the north, and who will fly on,
Losing feathers and remembering how to shut the door!

All goes quiet step, leaving only a trace.
Wind Morning wings and shout!
Late voices ... No way! And not to tear the ticket!
Way back there!

We run away in all directions, and confuse the trail
The asphalt plains newborns areas
Where winter is mixed with mud,
And in the spring there is no way at all!
Where in gray bricks, we lost childhood
Light trail!

Along the way, each with their own, running,
Without looking back, open mouth swallowing the night.
Without cartridges neh.y take up a gun,
And those who took a step - get at the heart of their ...
Fermented wine ... view through a glass darkly.

And having gone through the rest of the day, we gather
On the asphalt plains newborns areas
Where winter is mixed with mud,
And in the spring there is no way at all!
Where in gray bricks, we lost
Childhood faint trace!