Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий и Марина Влади - Белое безмолвие

*** White Silence ***

All the years and centuries and epochs in a row
Everything tends to heat from the cold and blizzards.
Why are these birds are flying north,
If the birds laid just to the south?

Glory they do not need and greatness.
That would end under the wings of ice,
And they will find happiness avian,
As a reward for a daring mission.

What are we not lived what we could not sleep?
What we have ousted the road by high waves?
We radiance until you had to watch.
This rarely happens - Lights in price!

Silence. Only gull - like lightning.
Void we feed them out of the hands.
But the rewards us for silence
It is sure to be sound.

How long have we only dream white dreams,
All other shades of snow swept.
We have long been blinded by such whiteness,
But prozreem from the black strip of land.

Our throats let silence
Our weakness will melt like a shadow.
And the award for the night of despair
It will be a perpetual polar day.

North, will, hope - a country without borders,
Snow without dirt as long life without lies.
Crow we do not pick out the eyes out of their sockets,
Because it is not usual here crows.

Those who do not believe in evil prophecy,
The snow did not lie down for a moment to relax,
But the award for loneliness
I must meet someone.

Exec .: Vladimir Vysotsky