Текст песни Андрей Козловский и ГрассМейстер - Гора, гори

Every new day is just one of the days
Under the moon, under the lamp, under the ceiling
Thank God he's still alive in me
A man with a canvas backpack;
Thank God he's waiting patiently
Quietly sleeps for the time being,
To meet your personal new year,
With a festive tree of the night mountain.

One, two, three - mountain, burn!
Until the morning, burn the mountain!

Leave your sorrows behind the mountain
We sit shoulder to shoulder on the slope.
If this joy is not for you,
What more do you want?
Where, in what region, on what river,
Day and night and in heat and mud,
You will sit like this with a spark in your hand
Tucking with an asterisk on the Christmas tree.

One, two, three - mountain, burn!
Until the morning, burn the mountain!