Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий и Марина Влади - Белое безмолвие

*** *** White Silence

All years and centuries and epochs in a row
Everything tends to heat from the cold and blizzards.
Why did these birds are flying north,
If the bird is put only on the south?

Glory they do not need and greatness.
That would end under the wings of ice,
And they will find happiness avian,
As a reward for a daring flight.

What we have not lived what we could not sleep?
What we have ousted the road by high waves?
We observe radiance is not necessary.
It seldom happens - Lights in price!

Silence. Only a seagull - like lightning.
Void we feed them out of hand.
But the rewards us for silence
It must be sound.

How long have we only dream white dreams,
All other shades of snow swept.
We have long been blinded by such whiteness
But prozreem the black strip of land.

Our throats let silence
Our weakness will melt like a shadow.
And the reward for the nights of despair
Will perpetual polar day.

North, will, hope - a country without borders,
Snow without dirt as long life without lies.
We can not pick out a crow's eyes out of their sockets,
Because it is not usual here crows.

Those who do not believe in evil prophecy
The snow did not lie down for a moment to rest,
But the award for loneliness
Gotta meet somebody.

Vers .: Vladimir Vysotsky