Текст песни Михаил Бакулин - Тянь-Шань

The Tien Shan has long attracted, beckoned,
Granite laid its high ridges.
The snow on the peaks here is silent for a long time, silent,
And the heart is beating furiously in the chest, beating.

The rains are pouring and pouring all night and until the morning,
But here is the dawn and it is time for us to gather.
Here only the weather and patience rule the ball,
Indeed, ahead of us is a high pass.

Here we hope for the strength of our shoulders,
The strength of the legs and the stamina of friends.
We know for sure - these games are worth the candle,
How are the candles of such games of all stripes.

It snows here day and night and before dawn,
And the pass is already left behind.
But ahead again up our path lies
And the height again prevents us from falling asleep.

We pass the snow to the waist deep
There is no more strength, but we do not need another way.
From the dusty plain we climbed to the snowy edge,
Where everyone interprets the word "paradise" for himself.

Here the mountains are white in summer and winter
Sometimes they hide in a misty veil
But do not overshadow her snowy peaks of beauty,
While the sun shines from the heights on the mountains.