Текст песни Никитины - Чтоб Ты Не Страдала От Пыли Дорожной

I hope you do not suffer from the dust of the road ,
To wind your trail is not closed -
Favorite , arms taking caution
I sat on the cloud .

When I will rush , the wind ahead ,
When I spurred his horse ,
You're cloud top bend over , my dear,
And look at me! ..

I am her friend was not, I was not her husband ,
I just walked in the footsteps -
Today I gave her the whole sky ,
And tomorrow I will give all the land !