Текст песни Александр Агафонов - Ала-Арча

As we relocate to our mountains, running away in the spring,
And we start talking about Glacier Adygene,
On Electro rain again, from behind a cloud no lumen,
And the fire is not razozhgesh and wet cigarette.

Sleeping moon over Teke-Tor in blue spruce tops.
About your beauty, mountains, campfire songs we sang.
On the winds of calling distance of the snow-capped peaks,
And stored in backpacks favorite photos.

White ice glitter tops, rockfall rumbles somewhere,
How many friends we've found, how many songs to sing.
On the table the candle burns, the guitar strong tea,
You goodbye, Ala-Archa, with the new summer we met.