Текст песни Юрий Кукин - За туманом и за запахом тайги...

You know, it's strange, very strange,
But this much I finished eccentric:
I have pursued the mist, the mist,
And with him, I do not deal in any way.
People exiled affairs
People go for the money,
Run away from the resentment of boredom ...
And I'm going, and I'm going for dreams,
During fog and the smell of the taiga.
You know, it's just very simple
For someone who has once left.
You imagine that this is acutely acutely:
Mountains, sun, fir, songs and rain.
And let full of stuffed
I'm on the road suitcases:
Memory, sadness, unpaid debts ...
And I'm going, and I'm going for the fog,
The dream and the smell of the taiga