Текст песни Сауроныч - Альпинистская страшилка

Guitar ringing beats in the bell vertices,
Potted tents, bonfire glows.
And the song rose from the valleys
There, where the evil spirits of the mountains roam.

And on the path you decide that you are a fool,
That houses do not see you forever
And, inext victim to spoil the backpack,
You snap a snowy man.

And the stonepad you may seek
Avalanche quickly shifts the body down
And if this suddenly does not happen,
That will drop into the abyss black climber.

Dried at night a cry on Bivuaka:
From the sleeping room braced head,
And the ice ax was firmly compressed in hand:
Do not listen in the evening stories about the mountains.