Текст песни Перевалов Геннадий - Пропадет из виду город...

Lost sight of the city and will appear in the distance,
enchanted mountains children of heaven and earth.
They are the April sound
Overflowing with pure,
our souls and charm,
From the bustle of my boat, my boat.
Mountains above the summer pines,
Above the wet tiles,
Above the wind that blows,
The cries of birds.
Above boring everyday life,
Above idle Mayat,
Mountains in us unwittingly awakened,
Concealed dreams, ah dream.
Lost sight of the city and will appear in the distance,
enchanted mountains children of heaven and earth.
Poredeet day on their faces,
facing east,
and once again will be born,
heart of joy and delight, and delight.