Текст песни Иван Банников - Я Устал От Дорог

You are always free
After all, the house is not a dream come true
There you rarely visited
And again he went like this

I got up early in the morning
Do not goodbyes
Testament my city
Forgive his father's house
Awakened by our garden in the morning chirping
Fog as a canvas hung over the pond
Enveloped foot grass dodder
Back does not want to let me go
Crane over the well in the great sorrow
Slopes wooden neck again

I'm tired of the road
Only at home I could relax
But I leave Rai
Again beckons me on a long journey

What good gifts goodies Overseas
Our house looked and the roof leaks
In the evening there zalitayut tits
A puddle in the upper room, since rain comes
Old woman do not need the money, and attention
Skillful hands of the sons of the shoulder
Empties range vegetation village
But there are still a couple of little houses
What good gifts goodies Overseas
Our house looked and the roof leaks
In the evening there zalitayut tits
A puddle in the upper room, since rain comes
Old woman do not need the money, and attention
Skillful hands of the sons of the shoulder
Empties range vegetation village
But there are still a couple of little houses

I'm tired of the road
Only at home I could relax
But I leave Rai
Again beckons me on a long journey

And to himself in any way justify
After all, the soul as the autumn rainy
You said: & quot; - loved mother Yesenin
And yet not come to visit often & quot;
You are always free
After all, the house is not a dream come true
There you rarely visited
And again he went like this

A childhood picture remained on forever
As a mom to fan the fire in the furnace
How we Batey boat resin river
The given drank water hobbled horse
I need to take my mother into the city
But there will be no good to her the day
And the temple is still dilapidated roads
Yes maple fathers grave at the fence

I'm tired of the road
Only at home I could relax
But I leave Rai
Again beckons me on a long journey

You are always free
After all, the house is not a dream come true
There you rarely visited
And again he went like this
You are always free
After all, the house is not a dream come true
There you rarely visited
And again he went like this