Текст песни Евгений Росс - Чуйский тракт

There is a dull place in Siberia
There once lived Shukshin.
Along the village idёtdoroga
In Chuiski steep peaks.
And the legend compose the Altai driver
Who was not here, he does not know
As the road is hard.

For some, a regular flight,
Feeling River from the mountains noise.
Life goes on wheels,
That snow was flying.
Taking a calloused hand,
As his wife sometimes,
Keeps wheel with lots of love
And the car ran away.

Rolls, passes,
In the Altai mountains, rocks,
Waterfalls and the road-streamer.
For the treacherous turn
Cross stands and wheel hood -
Here again, he passed away
Someone's son.

Here in the mountains of raging river
And rosemary rooted forever.
Edge harsh bewitched,
But contrary to nature
The track tape winds to the mountains
In Mongolia you are rested.
Who is here on his way distant
According to case - daredevils.

In bad weather, rain and slush,
Who in the fog who in the ice
Not goons on the road
Driver - cool people.
Counter cargo carried by hand,
Chuiski - everything here so go.
And none of them does not know
Who has come home.

Rolls, passes,
In the Altai mountains, rocks,
Waterfalls and the road-streamer.
For the treacherous turn
Cross stands and wheel hood -
Here again, he passed away
Someone's son.

For the treacherous turn
Cross stands and wheel hood -
Here again, he passed away
Someone's son.