Dirt road with a single car on it on a beach

crow, vulture Eh, roads... Dust and fog, cold, anxiety Yes steppe weeds. You can't know your share: Maybe, fold your wings in the middle of the steppes. Dust swirls under the boots - the steppes, fields, - And the flames are raging all around and bullets are whistling. Eh, roads... Dust and fog, cold, anxiety Yes steppe weeds. The shot will ring out, Raven circles, Your friend lies in the weeds undead. And the road continues to rush, gathering dust, swirls and the earth smokes all around - Alien land! Eh, roads... Dust and fog, cold, anxiety Yes steppe weeds. Pine edge. The Sun Rises. At the porch of her native mother, her son is waiting. And the endless paths of the steppes, fields - Everyone is looking after us Native eyes. Eh, roads... Dust and fog, cold, anxiety Yes steppe weeds. Is it snowing?, wind remember, Friends. ...We cannot forget these roads.