The road had splitted a steppe in two halves,
And it is now indistinct - where is the end of way.
Along the road we are going on two different sides
And canít cross it ever.
How many winters
it will take this way?
Someone should risk,
have an advantage!
We need to have a conversation - the crossroad is near,
Cross it, if you think that Iím not able.
The road, road is across the earth -
Across the destiny is as one deep furrow.
Many a people have found a companion
For a few time, but not the true partners.
The grin will flicker
like a misfortune,
Forever the road fork
will separate them...
Where are the necessary words, whoíll first find them?
I missed the turning point again...
A river - as the escape is sent to them,
They only could stretch their hands...
But again, again they stay on the different decks, -
Help us, give us your proper counsel!
The Volgaís wind is viscious
Whispering into ears
as a prompt:
"Thereís a few time, haste, donít wait the end of way" -
Who will run risks that time to cross first?