Текст песни 1981 год - На дороге жизни

ON THE ROAD OF LIFE
The fingers of his breathing -
Do not be frostbitten.
Again, I hasten to you
Lake Ladoga.
        How long until the morning
        In the darkness of flak hit,
        And projectors
        & quot; Junkers & quot; roar.
        To the bottom of the abyss
        Chopped ice
        Black water,
        And the engine roars:
        & quot; Right! & quot;
        ... Well, do not let me down,
        You are now one
        Right.

Lights burn through the snow,
Light in the open mouth.
Leningrad shriveled
Crust of bread waiting.
        Think a minute space
        Noisy areas
        There no longer is -
        Ate Cesar.
        There is no longer laugh,
        Not metropolitan rabble -
        On the wall in the snow
        Nation falls -
        Hunger.
        And here and there
        The sled driven
        Naked.

Do not turn the steering wheel,
Something I chore ...
Close completely the land
Well you lorry? ..
        You close your eyes,
        Do not look, mate.
        From the cockpit blood
        Yes on the wheel -
                    ala ...
        They still bear,
        But the heart - everything.
                    Steel.