Текст песни Владимир Губанов - Привал у подножия Демерджи

We produces a drudgery -
Hodotov, Hodotov, Hodotov.
We close the day's march.
Kilometers to go fly.

We do not Gnehm mountain snows,
and we atrophying step.
Our souls, like the wind, easy
and pure as the flap of birch bark.

Every day, the barrier. Let it go
we are governed by a vague sadness,
you heart it do not hold -
Demerdzhi wall in front of us.

Behind without any interference
We passed a series of milestones,
and are addressed in the dust,
Kush-Kaya, Besh-Tekno, Chatyrdag.

Who invented in the breakaway delirium
this phantom Hodotov?
We break kopek fear
on untrodden Crimean mountains.

We will call another train,
and midnight glyanet star.
We will talk more
unknown on the spurs of the mountains ...

That was the end of heaven raid -
Plastal have to snow me ...
But he stepped on Open Circle
someone new, proven friend.

This friend, independent and cool,
it will reserve the route;
everything goes to the last mile,
and zateplilas fires past ...