The song named «Russian road».Along the crying earth, not feeling jackbootsOur bloodless detached forceIs escaping from the enemiesIs eating sorrel leaves on the runIs staying overnight in a gully under an arrow-wood bushIt's impossible to rest for us -- run away, run away, run awayAnd our pretending friends are staying abroadAnd watching closely how we are being beatenAnd only the long roads are absolutely for usWipe your tears, rest a little, I'm Russian roadRetreat and I cover your retreat with mud and waterBut they're head over ears in mud, up to eyes in waterA little later the enemies ran us downAnd they're attacking us more strongly, are just about to overkill usBut the biting frosts are rushing to help usWait a little, wipe your bitter tears, we are Russian frostsAs enticing by Moscow we will freeze the enemies, covered with melancholyIn the war the nature is like our own mother for usBut it was time to hide and It's time to advanceAnd soon we're appeared in enemy townsAnd began to destroy all around, oversmashedBroke off to pieces, thrashed into ruinsAnd as we were crushing, we explained the moaning enemiesRemember our strange tactical methodWhen we retreat -- it means we advanceTogether with frosts and forests, ahead of all is SusaninJust God gave us Russian road.Russian road, Russian road, Russian road(The translation by Alexey Lyakhov. Igor Rasteryaev is a composer).Автор музыки и текста - Игорь Растеряев. Автор ролика - Лёха Ляхов. (для связи - salmolaynen@mail.ru или http://vkontakte.ru/club19370860).Съемка клипа проводилась в лесу на 42-ом километре Дороги жизни, которая во время Великой Отечественной войны связывала с 12 сентября 1941 по март 1943 года блокадный Ленинград со страной.