Текст песни Андрей Герасимов - Путь в гору

Storming one impregnable rock,
And while taking the snow falls,
Climb the hill tired traveler,
Walk quickly to the top of the wish.

He knows that when he got - so the sun rises;
He believes: rise .. and a rest ..
He sees great, white all round;
You're a little bit, because there his house ...

And he almost certainly reached the top,
A little bit is not enough - a branch snapped.
The sound of a wave after wave -
Avalanches mountain trail.

That would be younger! Then b jumped!
Then b caught climbed, shoulder!
Alas, there is much power in the hands of the former,
And could not the same when I was young ..

No one will appreciate the nature of cynicism,
And no ice warm cold prism ..
Forever hidden and no longer live,
Under the snow avalanche old elderly ..