Текст песни Пелагея - Тропами

Paths whipped the soles
There are distances of people of the country.
Their soul is cold, freeze to the bottom,
Tremble wanted so tired.

Mother's old house,
Their poor detushki famously toiled.
Today with the night until dawn walk across the circle of the earth,
Under shirts - flour grave ..

Their soul is cold freeze to the bottom,
Tremble wanted so tired.

No priests are not merchants
That celebrated great.
Do not laugh, do not cry, I thought hiding.

Breathe dusts, Icy days
Repentance seekers creator
Repentance seekers creator.
But how will find the so-tear flooded
ancient land grandfathers chip sledyvali
Earth's ancient forefathers and where sledyvali.
Earth's ancient forefathers chip and sledyvali