Текст песни Сергей Куликов - Фаны

I do not imitate Wiesbor
But the heart left in the mountains.
And the fans escort me
I stand with an ice ax in my hands.
 
 Excuse me, who was rude to once,
 Thank you, with whom he was affectionate,
 And the fans are calling us somewhere
 Gray peaks bowing.
 
They call me to be lost in the clouds
And find the sky in the lakes.
Meet friends again
On the slopes of Mount Chimtargi.
 
 They call it the celestial
 The hanging glacier of Mirali.
 And we can hardly forget
 All these beauties of the Earth.
 
And I, heartless, there too,
Where is the sea of ​​lakes and juniper,
But only in dreams come back
At the long end of the night.
 
 And I'm unnoticed with the fans
 Like, consider forever
 So the fans became cherished to me,
 See you - Mount Chimtarga!