Текст песни Михаил Калинкин - Ну вот и всё, притихли разговоры

Well that's all,
The conversations subsided
In eyes
Not a delight
Not that fright.
Around the bend
The mountains showed up
And people have become
Suddenly small.
Land on its hind legs
Tearing to the sky
So much so that in pain
Gives in temples.
And from the familiar things
Only sky
Pinched
Stone cliffs.

Well, that’s it, look
As at its best
For us, the North Caucasus is spread.
Well that's all,
Guess what comes of it,
Do not pass anything this time.
Which of your friends will be last year’s,
And with whom the acquaintance will come out this time,
And as in the "World" there now with the weather,
And on Cheget like this time.

Well that's all,
Bye bye
Metropolitan streets noise and bustle,
Metro, stations, positions and titles
Let them be without us somewhere out there.
Well, that’s it, it's time for us to listen to the snow,
Well mountains, hello again
And we are our disheveled souls
On the snowy slopes we will collect.
And we are our disheveled souls
On the snowy slopes we will collect.