Круг Михаил - Дороги - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Believe me, it's no coincidence, and life is a great mystery, so come to me, we'll sing together.

And let no one hear, and no one write the music, and no one know the words, just the two of us.

Roads await us, Paris and strict London, New York and Brighton Beach, look, look.

Somewhere along the way, I confess to you, I really miss Mom and Tver.

Manhattan, hello, Dad, you've really grabbed some money here. Let's share, I'm a victim of the Central Committee.

I ate chaff on the Baikal-Amur Mainline, just look for yourself, I came to America dragged by a prisoner.

Roads await us, Paris and strict London, New York and Brighton Beach, look, look.

Somewhere along the way, I confess to you, I really miss Mom and Tver.

Buy a Soviet Union passport, Ronya. It won't be too expensive, you'll leave alive.

And Vova will play for you. He's no Caruso, true, but he's a real slob and he's not himself when it comes to women.

We've got roads ahead of us, Paris and stern London, New York and Brighton Beach, just look at them.

Somewhere along the way, I confess to you that I really miss my mother and Tver.

I'm secretly dying, dreaming of robbing the finest bust in America.

I'll spread my fingers like a fan, don't fiddle around, boys, and if I don't have any money, I'll at least feel your breasts.

We've got roads ahead of us, Paris and stern London, New York and Brighton Beach, just look at them.

Somewhere along the way, I confess to you that I really miss my mother and Tver.

What kind of people are looking at me? They're all tightwads, and a ruble for a dollar is like diarrhea during a search.

The Russian mafia is growing stronger, the police are crying, and we'll soon wipe the Italians' noses.

We have long roads ahead of us, Paris and stern London, New York and Brighton Beach, look, look.

Somewhere there, by the way, I confess to you, I really miss my mother and Tver.