Текст песни Погорелый Сергей - За гребнем синих гор снегов

Over the crest of blue mountains
Snows blue .
There's wind hits at point blank range ,
There's an abyss without a bottom ,
And only cranks
Strive for a long time
For ridges blue mountains ,
For ridges blue mountains .

Do not invent the shackles
At these eccentrics -
They all strive to
Get up to the clouds ,
With the gods and fate
Leading the debate on equal
For ridges blue mountains ,
For ridges blue mountains .

Torn sling
The broken line ,
Finds them rest,
On which he named - this ?!
And the songs they fly
in defiance of death
For ridges blue mountains ,
For ridges blue mountains .