Текст песни Туристы - Перевал Дятлова

find place
I lay under a cedar
And because of the snow on the sky look
Raven pecked
And the bear came
Lacerated body - spirit unharmed

weak people
A strong element
Neto in darkness, and at the bottom the cold
wind blew
From the warmth of the heart
The flame was extinguished, the tracks covered with snow

He sank his white fangs
I am the soul of eternal winter
In the cold crypt of the river
She hid the dead mountain

Doors closed
It does not knock
Do not forget me, just pray
To the same
As I young
Suddenly I do not know that there is a hell of ice

He sank his white fangs
I am the soul of eternal winter
In the cold crypt of the river
She hid the dead mountain

He sank his white fangs
I am the soul of eternal winter
In the cold crypt of the river
She hid the dead mountain