Остановленный виденьем на шоссе,
Я встретил женщину
Идущую ко мне.
Её лицо знакомым было как моё
И я смотрел, немея в страхе, на неё
Сквозь отражение своё в стекле
И в свете фар приблизившись ко мне,
Она склонилась и промолвила -
Сынок, что делаешь ты здесь?
Могильный срок нарушила я, беспокоясь за тебя.
И я ответил – Мама, прибыл я сюда,
Чтобы продать себя в долине славы и наград.
Она сказала – Сын, это дорога в ад.

Ваша поездка сквозь пустыню без преград
Вас выведет к шоссе – дороге в ад.

Вот я стою перед рекою
И недвижна в ней вода,
Но кипят под глубиною яды мира.
И стою я, освещаем
Светом счастья – фонаря,
Но неверье поглощает свет во мраке.

И улыбка вдруг исчезнет с лица
Каждого из нас и рассудок,
Сжатый страхом, бьёт тревогу.
И не потому, что технический спад.
О нет, просто, это дорога в ад.

Все пути сулят удачу,
Сложно спорить с колеёй.
Ты несешься в вихре жизни
Вместе с разной мишурой,
Но взгляни на мир открыто
И пойми всю суть вещей, их обман -
Одним уроком, чем быстрее - тем верней.
Не ведет на небо лента современных автострад.
О нет, ведь эта дорога, эта дорога...
Эта дорога - в ад.

Well I'm standing by the river
But the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison
you can think of
And I'm underneath the streetlight
But the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief
way down in the shadows

And the perverted fear of violence
Chokes the smile on every face
And common sense is ringing
out the bell
This ain't no technological breakdown
Oh no, this is the road to hell

And all the roads jam up with credit
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper
flying away from you
Oh look out world, take a good look
what comes down here
You must learn this lesson fast
and learn it well

This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road
Said this is the road
This is the road to hell

The vision stopped on the highway
I met a woman
Walking to me.
Her face was familiar as my
And I watched, in fear of Nemea, it
Through his reflection in the glass
And in the light of headlights approaching me,
She bowed and said -
Son, what are you doing here?
Burial life broke me, worrying for you.
And I said – Mom, I arrived here
To sell themselves in the valley of glory and awards.
She said Son this is the road to hell.

Your trip through the desert without barriers
You can follow them to the highway – the road to hell.

Here I am standing in front of the river
And motionless water,
But seething beneath the depth of the poisons of the world.
And I stand, illuminated
Light of happiness – lantern,
But the belief that absorbs light in the darkness.

And the smile suddenly disappear from the face
Each of us and the mind,
Compressed fear, has sounded the alarm.
And not because of technical recession.
Oh no, it's just that the road to hell.

All the way promise good luck,
It's hard to argue with the track.
You rush in the whirlwind of life
Along with various tinsel,
But look at the world openly
And understand the essence of things, their cheating
One lesson, the faster the upper.
Not lead to heaven tape of modern highways.
Oh no, because this road, this road...
This road to hell.

Well I'm standing by the river
But the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison
you can think of
And I'm underneath the streetlight
But the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief
way down in the shadows

And the perverted fear of violence
Chokes the smile on every face
And common sense is ringing
out the bell
This ain't no technological breakdown
Oh no, this is the road to hell

And all the roads jam up with credit
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper
flying away from you
Oh look out world take a good look
what comes down here
You must learn this lesson fast
and learn it well

This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road
Said this is the road
This is the road to hell