Текст песни Александр Матюхин - Н. Хаткина. Баллада о горной вершине

Snow noble gray
Topped with a severe form of the rocks.
Man on the mountain tops
He looked - and said that he will win.

Les and Les him up the narrow paths,
Wade where there are no trails,
Leaving cans, rags, corks -
All known human footprint.

Well, the hero climbed to the top, with,
Like an eagle - this is perhaps that without wings.
He spat down and said, "It is finished!
Here in fact I said - and won. "

He came down with a happy mien
Down - to the gardens of flowering plum.
And sighing mountain peak,
Heaven quietly in the night complaining.

"People, people, boorish offspring,
They suffer too, right, no power.
Each will get, and spit out.
And then he insists that won. "