Текст песни Подпольный цех - Вперед ведет дорога

Day comes to an end
Night lights fires
stars in the sky visible
how they sparklers

      hitting me forward a little road leads
      on the slopes of the hills and through the local shores
      green Forests

I myself alone in a wide open field
gold scorched by fire
my feet were at the behest
a good-natured freedom
not ischya Palace
absurd witticism
malevolent face good creator
mind from the heat turbid
and the sky was a beautiful time