Текст песни Вячеслав Ткаченко - Десятки тысяч не пройденных дорог

When bored at home
Jobs and comfort,
Tell your friends ,
What do you go to the resort ,

What's the heat in Sochi ,
Wine, barbecue , rest -
And the backpack on his shoulders
And in the mountains , as if in battle.

Plains create,
You can not understand ,
Why on wet rocks
We rubimsya again? ..

Rise to the Top " on the wall "
Remember a year,
A knocked knee
Before the wedding will heal .

We do not try at home
Forcibly hold .
Do not slam the door
And Stavan ears .

And the best with us
Crossing the threshold -
Behind him tens of thousands
Not traveled roads ...

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