Текст песни Песни нашего века - А я еду за туманом

You know, it's strange , very strange ,
But such a weirdo I finished :
I have pursued the fog , the mist ,
And with him, I do not deal in any way.

Chorus:
People sent chores, people go for the money ,
Fleeing from resentment of boredom ...
And I'm going , and I'm going for dreams,
Over the fog and the smell of the taiga.

You know , it's just very simple
For someone who has once left.
You imagine that it is hot, very sharply :
Mountains, sun , fir, songs and rain.

Chorus:
Let full of stuffed my suitcases road :
Memory , sadness, nevozvraschёnnye debts ...
And I'm going , and I'm going for the fog ,
For dreams and the smell of the taiga.

Yuri KUKIN June 2, 1964
Freight train & quot; Leningrad- Sheregesh & quot ;.