Path-way


We stand, we look at the smoke of the locomotive,
Flame front light shown.
Wind along the path bends birch,
And wide, and far ahead of our space.

Running, running path of the road ...
In the fields of green flowers bloom,
River glitters, noise thresholds,
Flashed groves, swimming gardens.

Noisy, seething flow.
I sang the horn - and that flow far.
And rings, and steel zmeyatsya road,
And bear and carry the steel track.

Again field, poplar, emerald village
Every hour drives us farther and farther to the south.
Downhill races our car cheerful bird,
Speed, beauty in front and around.

Running, running path of the road ...
And all eyes are drawn to look.
And the expanse of the sea and the foothills of the mountains
In the rays of the sunset in a hurry to show off.

Already visible wave
Ringing, singing, calling it in space ...
Again, go to infinity road
Without end and without a sparkling way.

Here's a blizzard and snow - is the north of Russia,
There gardens at the water - it's sunny south.
Here forests, wonders, blue, thick,
Again voices incessant blizzards.

Running, running path of the road ...
To the south, the north, all the edges,
Bear, carry wheel-legs,
And everywhere, everywhere, my country.

Tent of thick branches,
The tops of the mountains, and again expanse of fields ...
Without end and without steel road,
And all around the window all my Fatherland. 1940