Текст песни Андрей Морозов - У альпиниста век недолог

Climbers century is short
And because he is so sweet,
Tilt & quot; silverfish & quot; canopy,
And somewhere hooks heard ringing.
Backpack cluttered as iron
This is only for me -
Do not promise the young maiden
Belolakaya the wall.

Dombay-Ulgen is a wall,
And look slightly foggy,
Hook that scored thy hand,
I take no hammer;
Over his shoulder I strahuesh
You're mad at the sky -
Do not trust a young maiden
Attach the railing on the wall.

Holding a soup ladle with a bowl
Girlfriend with Primus sitting
Lit-lit my puff
And my new sleeping bag off,
Fire burns much everywhere
And coming to the opinion
Do not trust a young maiden
Cooking on the fire.

Bulin- not child's play,
And you knit it took!
Come on, get out of here, woman,
As long as no blood was shed,
Bowline unleash silently
And scream drowned in vyshine-
Do not trust a young maiden
Their insurance on the wall.

When you take him to a maiden
Higher the altitude of Dmitrov
Hurry up to take you safely
Destiny hard turn,
After a hefty iron hook
She broke with no zla-
Do not trust in this life
You that the women nichrome.