Текст песни Машина времени - По дороге в Непал

Where Pipe and Saigon met,
The connection of times broke.
We read everything, we heard the sound, we blew
climb.
Who stayed, waved,
And the squad galloped off.
It was an endless spring
On the way to Nepal.

They say that they shot at us more than once,
But we went as one,
Without taking his rapt eyes,
From remote vertices.
True, someone returned home,
Someone just disappeared.
It was an endless spring
On the way to Nepal.

In Tibet, the road is straight,
Left sponsor, right llama,
A lonely, lonely way.
Past the ancient Ixtlan,
from & quot; Agdam & quot; to bayan
Write to me, Mom, somehow
On the way to Nepal.

On the roadside lights burned,
We hurried to the light.
For the hundredth time, it seemed that we
Have found their Tibet.
And on the joys of one more.
Someone was singing, someone was sleeping.
It was an endless spring
On the way to Nepal.

Where Pipe and Saigon met,
There is no one else.
There today is green "Dirol",
There bloomed & quot; Blenamed & quot ;.
And long forgotten prophetic dreams
From the beginning of the beginning
That seemed to be endless spring
On the way to Nepal.