Текст песни HardWood - The Road Not Taken

On that day, at a crossroads in the autumn forest,
As anyone who is not the fate of the hoof,
Overcome by grief, frozen in the wind,
I have long watched the trail on the Mount
She runs to the edge and in maple zmeitsya ...

I sighed and went to the neighboring - she
Shelter wild, tall grass,
It was under his feet barely visible,
But apparently he has served his full
Goeth once and this path.

Two roads were equal in the foliage,
And it was the day on both deserted.
I walked along the overgrown, keeping in mind
Myslishka that they still two,
What can go back, even though it is difficult to believe.

Perhaps, then, in the old man's vorchbe
I remember the fork and the two roads,
Sighing for loss foolish destiny ...
But the way I chose the untrodden,
What is important only in the end.