Текст песни А. Гейнц, С. Данилов - Уходящему в горы

Stretching into the mountains known road to heaven
Through the shimmering sinking melting in the twilight woods.
Our ancient sagas hikes are like fiction,
But good - not on a short ringing sms.

There are words like words, there's blue skies.
There are nights brewed tea does not allow us to sleep.
There's a mountain, like a mountain, there is a river like the Nile.
We'll be back here with you again this way.

Stretching into the mountains - good roads and weather.
What has not been fulfilled - otbolelo, sometimes ached.
Names marked peaks conquered years
And do not we change them today in the coming days.

There's the case, how are: the threshold, then a rock.
There are nights in a tent candle gives us sleep.
There's a high mountain, where the river is deep.
We're back here with you again this way.

Stretching into the mountains since childhood mereschatsya Firebird
Or sunfish that swims in the vast distance.
But leave year, names and boundaries of the city,
And tops - other in the snow, and others in the dust.

In the sky burns high line
Finish, finish reading, domechtat we sometimes do not have time.
And the river carries the song, mountains, century.
Nothing else matters. This is not worth singing.