Текст песни Александр Заславский - Путь

I walked barefoot, I walked at random
I bow to my mind
I sang trifles, I looked into the sky
And the silk path, put on a belt.

There was vanity, fogs and dust
In the window - depth, in the kitchen gardens
Gone in a straight line - the road is empty
He returned home, and at home - spring.

Everything is cheerful here, in the pockets of the tavern
Above the lake - smoke, above the forest - sunset
And the house is waiting for me, and the lamps are burning
And I am not alone, and I am glad.

Night. Snow. Sailure.
We can’t fall asleep here.
House. Light. Time is the essence.
Life is not so blowing.

And the snow is all the same, and the wind is easy
The city lives here, and glass streets
River of Ice and True Motive
I saw where, and my heart turned on.

I fly high, and I see around
Above the house is light, above the lake - a circle
Lights in the far, pine dope
One light, with fate in half.

Let you come, let not one
You will find the road, the road back
We are always at home, river from ice
And this is our path, and the star warms.

Night. Snow. Sailure.
We can’t fall asleep here.
House. Light. Time is the essence.
Life is not so blowing.