Странствующий бард

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, Where the river meets the morning dawn, A bard with a guitar will sit by the campfire, And he will sing a song about the road ahead. Chorus: Oh, roads, lovely roads, You have brought me loyal friends. Through fogs, rains and rapids We walk, and the song flows vividly. The strings sound deftly under your fingers, The stories of the heart are ringing in the song. About love, about friendship, about big discoveries, About how important it is to dream and wait. Chorus: Oh, roads, lovely roads, You have brought me loyal friends. Through fogs, rains and rapids We walk, and the song flows vividly. The distant bard will set off again, He has his trusty guitar with him. And while the stars are shining his way, He sings that life is a wonderful game. Chorus: Oh, roads, lovely roads, You have brought me loyal friends. Through fogs, rains and rapids We walk, and the song flows vividly.