Текст песни Вячеслав Быков - Попутчица любовь

Gray haze shrouded night glass
The road is long and slightly visible
Only wet asphalt as you skidded
In foreign lands, you do not know myself.

In the stillness of the night someone waving
At the age of leaves you sad
And sit down, closing the door behind him timidly
Luck is yours.

Chorus:
The noise of wheels fellow traveler-love
With the fate of playing again
And beckons vnikuda.

Are you ready for hundreds of thousands of miles
The country has never known tears
Stay forever.

On the wings of love you like a bird flying
And the moon lit up the road
Wizard moonlit night sang a song
And the fabulous world of promise.

Away fading light city lights
A little tired, but not to sleep
With the hope to meet the dawn umchishsya
As in the summer spring.

Chorus.