Текст песни Валерий Боков - Усталая канатка

Like a fish to spawn in the upper reaches of the river
Hurry, obeying natural laws,
So in March on thin ice cranks
Go to say goodbye to the past season.

To where the white mountain
And yet where in the morning
March is able to show the habits of winter,
Where a little closer clouds
And we are happy to now -
Elevates us to the sky squeaky cableway.

Woe finally bowed,
Tighten we clips, check the attachment,
Verses ispishem balding slope
Gliding on the edge of his inspiration.

Before the meeting, white mountain,
Boots, skis, Marker,
Now we are waiting for the case of a different order.
And although the separation is not easy,
We all are leaving, and while
You rest of us, tired cableway.

We live for a year on an upbeat tune,
But once in the morning wake up anxious
And our hut on the first ice
It is certainly true, is certainly true.

To where the white mountain,
Frost nipping in the morning
And you can just rolling down without looking back,
Hand moved apart clouds
And be happy until
Elevates us to the sky squeaky cableway.

To where the white mountain ...
          To where the white mountain ...
                    To where the white mountain ...