Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Гора

At the mountain where lit city
 General's wife proud husbands
 I am no longer able to get up there
 They throw stones from above

 At the main entrance of the mountain - gravestone
 Fences - closely graves dug into the ground
 Ostensibly sunset - sky covered with blood
 Surface to air missiles - lampposts

 Oh there for Hori
 Oh there for Hori
 Oh there for Hori
 Oh there for Hori

 At the two-headed dragon mount, three-headed dragon, the polyphony of goals
 the naked truth, undisguised nothing disgrace,
 and it has nothing to plunder, on the mountain, where everything is on the verge of disintegration, division.
 Madness, where there is neither heaven nor hell.
 The governor rake raking in rubles.
 Heroes have fallen asleep in the ground. Fire!

 Oh there for Hori
 Oh there for Hori
 Oh there for Hori
 Oh there for Hori

 On that mountain, where the change is coming,
 Grading changes from forty degrees and above.
 You, we, clap - and burst hernia.
 Do not feel sorry for your bitter tears, you're a clown red.
 On that mountain, where lightning rods enormous weights go under water
 Those who had been with them all these years
 And the nature of the fire was burning.

 Oh there for Hori
 Oh there for Hori
 Oh there for Hori
 Oh there for Hori