Текст песни Валентин Дубовской - Родник

On the ground the night fell,
Your horse is tired wearily,
And the way is so far away. -
Do not worry,
Get off the horse, because nearby
There is a stream.

Pribyl to the roots, good luck,
Touch the ground and go further
There, where in the dark more often
Spring
From under the earth arose,
And he swam, and zazhurchal,
And the stream ran,
The throat of Russia, my native land,
Source of strength.
Scoop water in the palm of your hand -
In her memory and love.

The trail leads to the left,
The path leads to the right,
The path is unclear.
To the left is riches,
To the right there will be glory.
Where to collapse?

Download forward, through the windbreak,
And the new way here will be later
There, where in the dark more often
Spring…

Thunder rolls are heard,
You're far from home,
There is a thunderstorm.
Stronger smell of grass,
The Lights of the Lightning Lashes
The eyes are blind.

The storm will pass and the sun will be.
Who does not turn off - the road will not go wrong
There, where in the dark more often
Spring…