Бутырка - Дорожки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Don't write to me and don't wait, I'm not the one you know, the one you love, or the one you see in your dreams in the morning.

I'm on a wide, dangerous road now and there's simply no turning back.

I will always remember and love you, because that's not forbidden here on the "special".

And I will spend a quarter of a century in the camps with the North Star over my head.

Our paths are different, you and I, you will be a faithful, someone else's wife,

And I will be a vagabond, living out my days in the camps, because my feet have been in shackles since I was a kid.

Our paths are different, you and I, you will be a faithful, someone else's wife,

And I will be a vagabond, living out my days in the camps, because my feet have been in shackles since I was a kid.

And I will be a vagabond, living out my days in the camps, because my feet have been in shackles since I was a kid.

Don't cry, my girl, you'll find love, you're beautiful and young, like a garden in spring.

And now I have the Siberian taiga, a stoned convoy from Magadan.

You and I have different paths, you'll be a faithful, someone else's wife,

And I'll be a vagabond, living out my days in the camps, because my legs have been in shackles since I was a kid.

You and I have different paths, you'll be a faithful, someone else's wife,

And I'll be a vagabond, living out my days in the camps, because my legs have been in shackles since I was a kid.

And I'll be a vagabond, living out my days in the camps, because my legs have been in shackles since I was a kid.

You and I have different paths, you'll be a faithful, someone else's wife,

And I'll be a vagabond, living out my days in the camps, because my legs have been in shackles since I was a kid.

Our paths are different, you and I, you will be a faithful, someone else's wife,

And I will be a vagabond, living out my days in the camps, because my legs have been in shackles since I was a child.