Текст песни Валерий Боков - Самый любимый пейзаж

It rose two-horned moon
Disaster is still unclear
Above the black forest.
Hanging fog shroud
Above the darkened water
Winter harbinger of.
And above the water surface,
As the five-fingered footprints
Yellow leaves.
Around syshesh not a soul,
Only the autumn in the woods turns,
Whining in fox.

Chorus: Somewhere go mushroom rain in midsummer,
Somewhere blizzard - no heat in front,
So why is it, like a mirage,
Through the haze suddenly appears our
Probably the most popular landscape in the world.
Sun substituting sides,
The mountains are for the ages,
They can not wait until we come to them.

Mahnesh, closed his eyes,
There, where the heart of a year ago
His left,
Where were you that day decided Kayuk,
But where are you your faithful friend
Shoulder Framed,
Where I can through I can not
And a tent in the snow
Backpack you skinesh,
Where the above is no happiness in life
When you're a paved trail
For its top.

Chorus: Somewhere dripping with oars, rings summer
Somewhere intoxicate the warm spring wind.
So why is it, like a mirage,
One and the same imagining our
Probably the most popular landscape in the world.
There propping clouds
The mountains are for the ages,
They can not wait until we come to them.