Текст песни Олег Немировский - Песенка врожденного альпиниста

Since childhood I have been sick with mountain climbing,
At school I knew the mountains like twice two.
When we walked to the heights of communism
Vysotsky's words sounded in us.

Then the road led into a swamp,
And the division of crackers began.
Someone bald sang another song
About that swamp and about wood grouses.

While they rushed around and shouted:
"Where is the guide! Where to go now ?!"
I started drinking with sorrow
Because I lost my way.

In the circle of friends, the same climbers,
I fled in my despair.
Let's figure it out, it used to be three hundred grams
And we'll eat until the morning of Vysotsky.

Years passed and they began to come true
Almost forgotten dreams:
As soon as I start getting drunk
So I see mountains of wondrous beauty.

It happens that you sit somewhere near a flower bed,
Take a sip of a glass and look around:
Chomolungma shines before you,
And next to her is the handsome Everest.