Текст песни Анатолий - Убегает в даль дорожка моя

Sober as a judge , a ruddy Russian Father Frost ,
 Hoarfrost on the eyebrows , beard .
 Here, the cable may be needed for every kilometer ,
 Experience chauffeur - almost everywhere .

 Again, winter, frosty , soft , fluffy white snow.
 Cedars green and high.
 Forty-seven lived in the world - does not calm down ,
 And expectations are as far .

 Runs away my path ,
 He runs away from me , from me .
 He runs away from me, running away from me ,
 Runs away my path .

 Which witch playing my fate ?
 Maybe good , but most likely - the evil .
 He runs away from me, running away from me ,
 In the distance far my path .