Текст песни Максим Леонидов - Эх, дороги

Ah, the road - dust and mist
Cold, Alarm yes steppe weeds.
I know you can not share his,
Can wings are folded in the middle of the steppes.

Sweeps dust under the boots steppes fields
A circle of raging flames but the bullets whistling.

Ah, the road - dust and mist
Cold, Alarm yes steppe weeds.
Shot burst - the crows circling,
Your friend in the weeds lying lifeless.

The road on rushes, dust, swirls,
And the circle of the earth smokes - a foreign land.

Ah, the road - dust and mist
Cold, Alarm yes steppe weeds.
The edge of a pine - the sun rises,
At the steps of native son's mother is waiting.

And endless paths, steppes, fields
All look vosled us native eyes.

Ah, the road - dust and mist
Cold, Alarm yes steppe weeds.
Do wind Snow, remember friends,
We can not forget the road.