Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Горная лирическая

Well, disappeared tremors in the hands,
 Now - up.
 Well, I slipped into the abyss of fear,
 Forever, forever ...
 To stop there is no reason,
 I go, gliding,
 And in the world there are no such vertices
 What you can not take.

Among the untrodden paths
 One let my
 Among nevzyatyh borders
 One - for me,
 And the names of those who went there
 Snow harbor ...
 Among untrodden roads
 One of my.

Here, the blue radiance ice
 the entire slope poured
 And the mystery of someone's footprints
 Granite stores,
 And I look in your dream
 Above the heads
 And firmly believe in the purity of
 Snow and words ...

And let a considerable period will be held
 I do not forget,
 How could I doubt there
 a kill.
 On that day, I was whispering water:
 "Good luck always!" ...
 The day, which was a day then?
 Oh yeah, the environment ...