Навь уходят пути. Но есть немало на свете дорог, которыми должно пройти. В стае вожак, у ватаги - главарь. Охота, погоня, бой. Воин, рычи! Крови буйна ярь. А зверь свою песню
волнах своих, Не ведала, как ты пришел на мой берег. Но, песню услышав, проснулась, и вдруг - Подумала: "я ему верю". Ты с песней пришёл, наклонился
side of life I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife Take me to the garretts where the artists have died Show me the courtrooms where the judges have lied
I saw the rain fall down today Watched lightning crash through skies of gray Why can't life just be polite and wait, wait? I saw the lights outside your
(Walt Whitman, 1852) Allons! The road is before us it is safe, I have tried it My own feet have tried it well be not detained Let the paper remain
the crowd with your biggest pose You hide it well but everybody knows you and We watch just how you go along Easily led into battle by the first song
Come down off your throne, leave your body alone Somebody must change You are the reason I've been waiting here so long Somebody holds the key But I'
Talk: Dear Santa Claus I sure thank you for all the gifts And after I thought it over Santa I decided to write And thank you for all the toys And especially
on the open road This is an open road song I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore As I pour my poor heart out to a radio song
Take this pen to paper Like a virgin befalled by the danger Poetry was never this real to me Well, I was too far gone to save her Oh Lordy, the sun is
As I walk down the road I sit up some The lambs were coming homeward one by one I heard a sheepbell softly calling them Along the little road to Bethlehem
Take this pen to paper, like a virgin enthralled by the danger. Poetry was never this real to me. When I was too far gone to save her. Oh Lordy! The
"Joseph dearest, Joseph mine, Help me cradle the child divine; God reward thee and All that's thine In paradise," So prays the mother Mary. [Chorus:]
Well I know that I'm weak at best, at times, but I care about those things that he doesn't care, to see, but i can So tell me what he thinks of you
'm so perfect you're so perfect you're not here I hear the change in gears My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road This is an open road song The
there is a silent role call that greets us in this bed tonight it's waiting still it's waiting for one of us what about the one with the sharp edged mouth
Перевод: Lajon, Аннетт. Цыганские песни (По дороге из).
Перевод: Ева. Открытая дорога песни.
