Текст песни В. Высоцкий - Расстрел горного эха

In the quiet of the pass, where the cliffs winds are not a hindrance,
On the steep slopes of these, what no one entered,
Lived happily ever cheerful mountain echo,
It responds to the cry - human cry.

When loneliness clod rolled under the throat
And muffled groan hardly audible in the open drop -
Cry for help echo the pick up quickly,
Effort - and carefully in his hands will carry.

There should be no people, drunk intoxication and potions,
To not heard anyone loud clatter and snoring,
They came to kill, obezzvuchit living Gorge -
And the echo tied and stuck it in his mouth gag.

Throughout the night continued bloody evil fun,
And the echo trampled, but no one heard a sound.
By morning shot subdued mountain echo -
And tears gushed as stones, rocks of the wounded ...

1973