Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Белое безмолвие

All the years and centuries, and epochs in a row -
Everything tends to heat from cold and blizzards,
Why did these birds are flying north,
If the bird is necessary - just to the south?

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

What we have not lived, what we could not sleep?
What we ousted in the way of high waves?
We observe radiance is not necessary,
This rarely happens - Lights in the price!

Silence ... Only gull - like lightning -
Void we feed them out of hand.
But the rewards us for silence
Must be sound!

How long have we only dream white dreams -
All other shades of snow brought -
We are blind - dark on a white -
But prozreem the black strip of land.

Our throats let silence
Our weakness will melt like a shadow -
And the reward for the nights of despair
Will perpetual polar day!

North, will hope - a country without borders,
Snow without dirt - how long life without lies.
We can not pick out a crow's 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
Must meet someone!