Текст песни Юрий Панюшкин - Река Кафирниган

We heard - is it worth it?
We heard - or whether it is necessary?
Like this, without repentance,
Yes, to hell on the horns?
We ourselves chose the river
The one where they did not swam
For hundreds of the mile from these places -
You, Kafirnigan.

You will not see this,
And, it means that you will not dream
That shaft because of the threshold,
Having focused.
And mountains, clouds
Weching faces
And high clouds -
As a continuation of the mountains.

On this sewer
Did not shove your hands.
Yes, just would not think -
What if you are not lucky?
And beat shafts on Las
Cunning and elastic,
And do not care
At those who are waiting at home.

Remember the fingers of a friend
Compressive insurance
And believe in them - they are
You will not let you down.
And that in the mountains of Gissar
Last night
And a song about the smoke of the fire,
What creates a comfort.

Always a little sad
Road roads.
Dying is soft
Unhurried conversation.
We will take memory
Angry thresholds
And clouds are high
As a continuation of the mountains.