Текст песни
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both.
And be one traveler, long I stood,
And looked down one as far as I could,
To where it bent in the undergrowth,
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
And I— I took the one less traveled by,
Where the leaves lay gold beneath the sky.
And though I may not turn again,
That choice has made all the difference.
Yes, that choice has made all the difference.
Then took the other, just as fair,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear.
Though passing feet had marked the same,
Both lay untouched that morning day.
Oh, I kept the first for another way,
Yet doubted I’d come back someday.
And I— I took the one less traveled by,
Where the leaves lay gold beneath the sky.
And though I may not turn again,
That choice has made all the difference.
Yes, that choice has made all the difference.
And I— I took the one less traveled by,
Where the leaves lay gold beneath the sky.
And though I may not turn again,
That choice has made all the difference.
Yes, that choice has made all the difference.
