Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Не устало небо плакать

Not tired sky cry
The misfortunes of people.
We walk through the rain and mud,
Through a screen area.
We go, we bear sorrow,
Cherish them under his coat.
No surgery, no medals -
Nothing will not help us.

We'll leave you to the mountains,
It passes the blue
And those vertices from which
All misfortune - just smoke,
All laws - illegal!
Well, memory - heal.
Only his wife will - his wife,
Even with such a height.

There will come a avalanche
A new dawn will rise,
And solar tops
Our disaster burn.
Mountains, wise and vague,
Stand above the clouds
And zalizhut our wounds
Glacier tongue.

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