Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Не устало небо плакать

Do not cry tired sky
The misfortunes of people.
We walk through the rain and mud,
After crashing areas.
We go, we bear sorrow,
We protect them under his coat.
Neither surgeons nor medals -
It does not help us nothing.

We'll leave for the mountains,
It passes the blue
And the vertices from which
All misfortune - just smoke,
All laws - illegal!
Well, memory - heal.
Only the wife will - his wife,
Even with such a height.

There will come a avalanche
A new dawn will rise,
And on sunny tops
Our disaster will burn.
Mountains, wise and vague,
Stand above the clouds
And zalizhut our wounds
Glacier tongue.

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