Текст песни Трофим - пыль-дорога

Give me to drink water
Spring,
Teach me why
Born dawn.
Let me go through the sky
Cornflower,
To see how sighs
Ground fog.

Neck cross
Yes scrip Peremyotnoye
Do not pull the shoulders and soul
Do not be ashamed to be a saint.
And the azure expanse
All calls me
Commanded good,
Yes wondrous beauty.
Oh my God,
As I was tired.

Dust-road
A vague anxiety,
I'm a little more
By the end of the path.
On the rocks centuries,
Under the whip and whip
I go to the dawn,
Just to walk.

I will distribute its coffers
Poor drunks,
Maybe one of them I
Remember his in a tavern.
In Russia, the soul is always
Bride,
What is to be crucified,
What's in the pub
It throws light.
Oh my God,
As I was tired.

Dust-road
A vague anxiety,
I'm a little more
By the end of the path.
On the rocks centuries,
Under the whip and whip
I go to the dawn,
Just to walk.
Dust-road
A vague anxiety,
I'm a little more
By the end of the path.
On the rocks centuries,
By sword and whip
I go to the dawn,
Just to walk.

Dust-road
A vague anxiety,
I'm a little more
By the end of the path.
On the rocks centuries,
By sword and whip
I go to the dawn,
Just to walk.
Just to walk ...
Just to walk ...