Текст песни Александр Ефремов - Пусть никогда гора не встретится с горою

Here again they went in front of me
The stark, gray, sky-high wall.
Let the mountain will not ever meet with the mountain,
But let each one of them to meet with me.

I will go to them elusive trail
According to Blue River, on melting ice,
I'll rush to him, as if to his beloved,
Who does not believe in what I come.

When from the valleys to the tops ascend
My endless path once in the morning,
Suddenly rise in the east of the crescent of the sun
And sensitively tremble like a candle in the wind.

And in that brief moment coveted bye
Spiny your words into dew not dropped
We will speak the language of silence,
Human readable, stone and fire.

Here again they went in front of me
The stark, gray, sky-high wall.
Let the mountain will not ever meet with the mountain,
But let each one of them to meet with me.