Текст песни Валерий Боков - На Томских стоянках

Tomsk parking rainy mess,
The breath of the mountains is cold.
Tomsk parking lot to the sky Wall
And turbid chacha over it.

Tomsk parked end of all roads,
But even in the dead of the snowstorm
Friends warm voice and gulls,
Boiling water on the Primus & quot; & quot ;. Bumblebee

When the parking lot tired, gloomy
Come back, finishing the route,
There will shake his hand and congratulate you on the mountain
And a mug of something splash.

And after listening to your silent tale
Guitar will give you one
And silence, ask for the umpteenth time
Pro & quot; that's ended terms & quot ;.

Fly through the ranks of violent storms:
& Quot; Gore, I - Valley welcome! & Quot;
To Tomsk parking three thousand miles
And yet they are in my heart.

At the top of the Tomsk parking Seda,
Drifting snow on the rocks rustling,
But stretch up to the pass marks
My soul get lost.