ОЛЕГ КУРСКИЙ - Сон Пилигрима
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At the intersection of two roads
The old rusty sign has been fallen:
You will go upstairs - God will see,
Will understand that something is wrong here,
You go back - see .. ass,
Go ahead - the devil himself will not figure it out,
Not hell and not the Eden garden
On that side is waiting for us.

All roads lead to Rome,
I go and brand on them:
"Led for kilometers of thousand
A beggar pilgrim! "
I drew my native land,
To see the earthly paradise -
I was looking for my Jerusalem.

At the intersection of two roads
I met my fate.
If I could not move on,
I decided to spend the night - in the coffin!
I'm not a vampire or a maniac,
I am inclined to accept as it is
And this night, and this sign,
What was like a cross.

All roads lead to Rome..

At the intersection of two roads,
Opening his eyes, putting on a backpack,
I hurried to the corner
Where the rusty sign was fallen ..
On freshly spanned land,
Upcential eyes extended
Lost in the predawn darkness,
The rows of crosses are standing.

All roads lead to Rome..

All roads lead to Rome,
I go and brand on them:
"Led for kilometers of thousand
A beggar pilgrim! "
I dotted the Kursk region,
To see the Russian paradise -
I found my Jerusalem.