Текст песни Бардовская песня - Это горы покоряют нас...

Where snow is blue spaces
The clouds are bathed away.
These are our gentle mountains
We fly away from the ground.

High-speed highways firing,
As if we slip on them again.
The fireplace falls asleep skis.
How will we be without them?
Do not understand

This life will come back so soon.
At the eyelary of an asterisk tremble.
Why do we leave the mountains?
Maybe everything was - Mirage?

And at the bottom it happens too empty
And a little stuffy at night.
You say, we are given to the feelings?
This mountains are given to us.

Parting - not at all treason,
And only temporary sadness,
So that it happens, certainly
I'll come back here.

For now we are leaving to the city,
But it is better not to now.
You say, do we conquer the mountains?
This mountains conquer us! ..