Текст песни Юрий Карпов - Лохмотья рваных облаков

Rags ragged clouds
The sky wind porazvesil
In the language of fragments of words
From someone - that Nedopetaya songs
There is no victory ahead
Gore perhaps allow us to
Leave the top of his mark
And part of the soul to leave there

There's a blizzard sweeps top
Weather laughing in our faces
We are treading the summer snow
Away from the sun, closer to the sun
Another such season
And they will only talk
Glasses Kitchen pealing
Memories about mountains

We are waiting for the bottom, there is no doubt
There's the whole party sitting on edge
And we are not punched ticket
We bear back. We're going.
Well, not last year
And thank God, is not the first year
Let the weather dance
Do not cripple our nerves

And if next year
We believe in the power case
Come to this height
Come check yourself .... more
Once more in myself believe