Текст песни Юрий Кукин - Говоришь, чтоб остался я ... - походная

You say, that I was left, that I shall never wandered,
To sunrises to sunsets seen from the window.
And I used the road far away, difficult routes,
And the song in a way that, if the air is needed.

To live in kilometers rather than square meters,
Cold, rain, midges, heat - not such a trifle!
And being tired from fatigue and not from their own age
And sad about ostavshshihsya, currently do not be sad.

Let FOREST veeneroyu fir paw hits a nerve,
Not at exhibitions - in the sky to watch color scheme.
And that taiga smells, not musty room,
And no dust in the taverns, sleeve burn campfire.

You say, that I was left, that I shall never wandered,
To sunrises to sunsets seen from the window.
And I used the road far away, difficult routes,
And the song in a way that, if the air is needed.