Текст песни Олег Белов - Вершина Зовёт

The top of the calling

Music and lyrics by Oleg Belov

To pack more habitually than the jacket,
And lacquered shoes who prefer vibramy,
Whose views does not adorn the Order, and scars,
Only those hands touch the clouds.

The top of the calls, the climber!
Your ascent will not be easy.
Look - at the end of your rope
Chagall someone's life.

Suppose someone says that it is not wise
Strive uphill if there is a way around.
But we go back where you can see the sun,
When the bottom is dark.

The top of the calls, the climber!
But only one step awkward,
And stay - at the end of your rope
There was someone's life.

The cold began to voice a wheeze and rude,
But otogreet tea base our camp.
We swept through the life of our friendship flags,
And the years have not blunted ice pick!

The top of the calls, the climber!
So, it is not given to the other.
At the end of the rope again
Whistling a song someone's life.