On their way


There is nothing in the world more beautiful roads!
Do not be sorry about anything that has laid down the back.
Unless life is good with no wind and anxiety?
Is the song a cruise is not close to the chest?

Over the purple patch of locomotive smoke,
For horn steamer on softwood river
For spills meadows, rush past,
I am grateful to you and light melancholy.

Chorus:
Oh, dear, dear! I know in advance,
That once pull warm in the spring,
I would do anything for the sun, the wind of wanderings,
For happiness to wander through the home side!

From swing, from screeching, from dancing car
Song wind rises - and here
All flies with illuminated slope month
On rough, detailed, in the clouds, sunrise.

During fault open steppes of mountains,
The golden wheat crashes path
Fly off the platform, and with a crash imminent
Divides the space of the smoky breasts.

Chorus.

Twisted mountains and rivers in the usual pattern,
But under the sky in a new breathing thick
And Kuban steppes and the Black Sea,
And the high Caucasus, Crimea and steep.

Chorus:
Oh, dear, dear! I know in advance,
That once pull warm in the spring,
I would do anything for the sun, the wind of wanderings,
For happiness to wander through the home side! 1980