Текст песни Гимн тур-клуба - Туристы из Ковчега

Tourists from the "Ark"

Who can appreciate the beauty of nature?
Who can taste the dashing freedom?
Who will pass through fire and water, who is pure in soul?
Who is hardy, funny? Right. Tourist.

We walk through life together, full of joy.
Our bold desires are directed into the distance.
The feet are always ready for the journey, the hands love work.
We are grateful for the happiness with the purpose of the minutes lived.

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We are all tourists from the Ark Club,
We are not afraid of rain or snow.
Together we are strength and friendship stronghold.
We can withstand any campaign.

Our brothers on the tops of inaccessible mountains
By the fire in the deep woods their conversation is heard,
On the water they slide on the crest of the wave
Their sails are driven by the wind on the far side.

They ride their bicycles on the roads
They descend into caves, to the Earth's palaces.
Trails untouched with a compass in hand
The expedition on the way hurries after the Sun in the heavens.

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