Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Горы - это вечное свидание

Hello, fellow members!
Wind crumples sail tents.
Mountains, starched carefully
Proudly prop the heavens.

Joyful let there be separation,
Our grief is not counted.
Mountains - a perpetual date
Those who left and who will come.

Oh, why do you need these adventures?
You can live, guys, do not hurry.
But full of the importance of
Each step height gives.

During the evening, the dying mountain.
The road and not easy, and will not soon.
And live in the hearts of our comrades,
Those who do not see mountains anymore.

But then, after returning from climbing,
Tea, we will fill ourselves with all the heart,
And burning in his eyes to surprise
Sun, born from the top.

Joyful let there be separation,
Our grief is not counted.
Mountains - a perpetual date
Those who left and who will come.

June 29, 1977
Pamir