Текст песни Гарик Сукачев - Белые дороги

Nothing is given at all, just like that,
Even a small step, even the most trifle.
And nothing will happen in vain, in vain,
This phrase is worthless - you're in luck.

White roads, white roads, my legs came out all the white roads.
White roads, white roads, my legs came out all the white roads.

There is a stale lump in the throat, and the heart beats so painfully.
I myself am disgustingly wounded.
Only the snow outside the window is so wonderful, beautifully glitters,
I exchanged sips - it is measured in steps.

White roads, white roads, trampled my feet all white roads.
White roads, white roads, trampled my feet all white roads.

I am saturated in wine, I am burned with passions.
I do not forgive myself, but I am not crushed by myself.
That's just the snow outside the window - God's snow outside the window
For some reason, childishly beautifully sad.

White roads, white roads, my legs came out all the white roads.
White roads, white roads, trampled my feet all white roads.
My legs came out all the white roads
I trampled my feet all the white roads.