Текст песни Хор Красной Армии - Утес

There is a cliff on the Volga, wild moss overgrown
It is from the top to the very edge;
And it is worth hundreds of years, only dressed with moss,
No need, no worries knowing.

On top of it does not grow anything,
Only the wind walks free,
Yes, the mighty eagle there started a hangout
And it torments its victim.

Of the people on the cliff only one that it was,
Only one got up to the top,
And the man of rock has not forgotten,
Since then, his name was called.

Although every year the churches in Russia
Man of the curse,
But the people of the Volga it sings
And with honor he remembers it.

Once, a night sometimes, returning home,
He is one who climbed the cliff
And at midnight haze on a high cliff
There all night until dawn remained.

Many thoughts were born in his head,
Many thoughts he changed his mind that night.
And in the speech wave, amid the silence of the night
It is a great thing to think about ...

And pensive, gloomy thoughts of the contrived,
He went in the morning from a cliff,
And I planned to go the other way -
And to go to Moscow, he decided.