Текст песни А. Мирзаян - В память стоянки на безымянном плато

In Memory of parking on the fourth plateau
Alexander Mirzayan

I WOULD.

Children's holidays vanity
Day split for firewood.
Dosidev with you until dark,
You still pour: - For you ...

Trembled mugs living water.
We will climb up into four frets
And tighten about snow, about sparkling ice ...
We were on holiday no one will come.

You cover me with his head.
Enough kinemsya to rest.
Call my old idols,
Calm rattle words.

The funeral of a bitter quick wins.
Where to look for the remaining years of grace?
Only sweet corn oblivion baiting
We reserve ourselves for the time being.

All will be forgotten, everything goes,
Wind north sweep.
Let knocking us up in the morning
Wooden horse winter.

It all starts and ends on time.
A portrait of our first road dust
We will see not what we want to see,
Again we turn to its cradle,

To shout "Sesame!" have scored a goal ...
On the plateau nameless drifting snow sweeps,
And clinging to trees thin side
Over the remains of a short day.