Chansons par titreChansons par titre| «Тропами» | Via Tracks |
| Тропами сбитыми стопами Ходят далями люди странные. Их душа холодна. Замерзала до дна Трепетала, желала да устала × 2 Матери дома старились А их бедные детушки лихо маялись. Нынче с ночи до зари Ой, ходят круг по всей земли. Под рубашками - муки тяжкие Не жрецы, не купцы Ой, отгулялись молодцы. Не смеются, не плачут Думы прячут Дышат пылями, днями стылыми Покаяния искатели, у создателя А вот как найдут, так слезою зальют Земли древние дедовы, отколь следывали × 2 Куда и следывали |
Via tracks worn down by footsteps Strange people walk through the expanses. The soul [of each] of them is cold. It was frozen to the very depths. It was trembling, yearning and tired × 2 Mothers were getting old at home And their poor children were toiling valiantly. Nowadays, from night to dawn Oh, they go round the entire earth. Under their shirts there are grave ordeals Neither priests nor merchants Oh, the young men were leading dissolute lives. They do not laugh, do not cry And conceal their thoughts They breathe dust for [countless] freezing days Seekers of repentance from the Creator And as soon as they find it, they will overflow with tears The ancient ancestral lands, from where they were making their way × 2 To where they were making their way |