Текст песни Александр Матюхин - Н. Хаткина. Баллада о горной вершине

Snow noble gray
Cliffs topped with severe look.
Man on mountain tops
He looked - and said that he will win.

Les and climb it up the narrow paths,
Wade where no trails,
Leaving cans, rags, corks -
All known human footprint.

Well, the hero climbed to the top, with,
Like an eagle - this is perhaps that without wings.
He spat down and said, "It is finished!
Here they say - and won. "

He came down with a happy mien
Down - to the gardens of blossoming plum.
And sighed mountain peak,
Heaven quietly in the night complaining.

"People, people, boorish offspring,
They suffer much, really, there are no forces.
Each will get, and spit out.
And then he insists that won. "