Машина времени - По дороге в Непал
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Where the pipe and Saigon met,
The connection of the times was torn,
We read to everyone that we heard the ringing, we tricked the rise.

Who remained, waved his hand,
And the detachment galloped.
It was an infinite spring
On the way to Nepal

They say they shot us more than once,
But we walked like one
Not taking his enthusiastic eyes,
From remote peaks.

True, someone returned home,
Someone just disappeared.
It was an infinite spring
On the way to Nepal

The road is straight to Tibet,
The left sponsor, on the right llama,
Lonely, lonely path.
Past the ancient Icstlan,
From "Agdam" to Bayan
Write me, mom, somehow
On the way to Nepal

Lights burned along the roadsides,
We were in a hurry.
The hundredth time then it seemed that we
They gained their Tibet.

And for the joy of one more.
Someone sang, someone slept.
It was an infinite spring
On the way to Nepal

Where the pipe and Saigon met,
There is no one else.
"Dirol" turns green there today
"Blendamed" bloomed there

And prophetic dreams have long been forgotten
From the beginning began
That seemingly infinite spring
On the way to Nepal.