Тропы [Tropy] [English translation]

Down the paths, down the trampled paths

Walk strange people far away

Their soul is so cold, it was freezing to the bottom

It was awing, eagering but it got exhausted

Mother were getting older at home,

And their poor kids were suffering

Now they are walking round the world

Holding torment beneath their clothe

Their soul was freezing to the bottom

It was awing, eagering but it got exhausted

Neither priests, no merchants

Their joy is over

They're not laughing, they are not crying, they're hiding their thoughts.

They are breathing the dust, they are breathing cold days

The ones who seek the absolution

The ones who seek the absolution

And as soon as they find it, they will shed their tears on the ancient ancestor's lands

Where they come from

Ancient ancestor's lands where they were going

Ancient ancestor's lands where they come from

• Artist:Pelageya
• Album:Тропы (2010)