Текст песни Л.Александров - НЕ Нормальные люди

Those at the bottom, we probably will be condemned:
Smart in the mountain will not go - that's the whole conversation,
So let them not go into the mountains normal people -
Daft not live, somehow, without mountains.

Gains we rest on the gray mountain passes,
I called the eternal true, and in the desire stingy:
See how there edelweiss flower on the rocks,
Zaruba ax of fate edge.

And when our old debt will be paid generously,
Turn away from the bustle of our everyday affairs,
Tap the bottom of the jars for her, for good luck,
And for those who are not reached, not dospat not dopel.

Who said that we dopel and his dospat,
Suppose that in the way we wag his hand hopelessly.
And we're leaving again, tiredness and falls -
Snow distant blue mountains - on the graying temples.

(1) [... Of course, we condemn ...]