Иван Банников - Я Устал От Дорог.
текст песни

You are always free
After all, the dream has not come true about the house
There you rarely visit
And again he left as now

I got up to the instrument
No farewells
Testament of me city
Forgive the father’s house
Our garden was awakened in the morning
Fog as a canvas hung over a pond
The foot of the grass of the povilik enveloped the legs
Does not want to let me go back
Crane over the well in sorrow of the Great
Bowed a wooden neck again

I'm tired of roads
Only at home I could rest
But I will leave paradise
Again beckons me on a long journey

What is the use of gifts of overseas guards
Our house squinted and the roof flows
Tits are flooded there in the evening
And in the chamber of the puddle, since the rain goes
The old woman does not need money, but attention
Skillful hands of son shoulder
The village is empty
But a couple of houses are still left
What is the use of gifts of overseas guards
Our house squinted and the roof flows
Tits are flooded there in the evening
And in the chamber of the puddle, since the rain goes
The old woman does not need money, but attention
Skillful hands of son shoulder
The village is empty
But a couple of houses are still left

I'm tired of roads
Only at home I could rest
But I will leave paradise
Again beckons me on a long journey

And to justify yourself at least somehow
After all, the soul is unobtrusive like autumn
You said: "- Esenin's mother loved
And yet I did not come to visit often "
You are always free
After all, the dream has not come true about the house
There you rarely visit
And again he left as now

And childhood the paintings remained forever
How my mother fanned the fire in the stove
How we were silent with a batch.
Dali drank a conjugated horse in Dali
I should take my mother to my city
But there it will not be a day there is good
And the temple is still dilapidated by roads
Ottsova grave and maple of wattle

I'm tired of roads
Only at home I could rest
But I will leave paradise
Again beckons me on a long journey

You are always free
After all, the dream has not come true about the house
There you rarely visit
And again he left as now
You are always free
After all, the dream has not come true about the house
There you rarely visit
And again he left as now