Текст песни Татьяна Ларина - На гладь камней

On the surface of rocks and basalt slabs
falling snow, sleeping river
in a mad city .

Tired wind asked me to stand up
Diamond and go barefoot path
to month to meet ...
The light from the white mountains,
to the sea of endless meadows
let me lead star.

Diamonds northern proud gods , I see ,
their hands gray ice in November
I will not stop .

I'll go back to where I see the dawn
in the clouds on a white fairy wings of birds
and I will take away with them ...
The light from the white mountains,
to the sea of endless meadows
let me lead star.