Текст песни Ольга Чикина - Там, на высоком холме

There, on a high hill
Wind makes happiness
Because of the smoke, rain and autumn colors.
Someone from people ubrёl
chain rainy, timid, uncertain
Deer tracks.
It is enclosed by glass
From the enemies and friends, fools and brides
And the people's rumors.
Sun dutifully glass,
Yield
The house of the wind
On the porch of the grass.

He hears very quietly
This lowers the sunset light from the eyes of the patients.
The church bats will soon see the light,
Tired and froze take a look at the image.
People in the simple garb of clouds
Soon weep over his face,
Some, tired of wandering, sit down on a stone
And wish the ring road.

Way, mute and beautiful,
Chain rainy, timid, uncertain
Deer tracks.
There for you on the hill the wind makes happiness
Because of the smoke, rain and autumn colors,
Happiness from fresh wind
Fresh bread and newspapers
Wait for the guard.
Mig, and you will be happy
for copper pipes, under the gaze of the Queen,
Bows pageboy.

1994