Текст песни Гимн туристов - Есть десяток звезд....

There are dozens of stars on the head
And the ax used to chop firewood that
So there was a backpack, because it not the first time
Hear us reasonable words
The fact that in the stuffy room warm
The fact that no forest near Blue
But we are more expensive than mercury lamps
Here are the ten stars on her head
But we are more expensive than mercury lamps
Here are the ten stars on her head

The ten stars as beacons
At the edge of the unknown land
We can not live like this, that our backpacks
Somewhere hidden in the house dust
After all, we can not grow into a habit
And half-truths to amuse themselves
Learn to see, without regret, to leave
Everything that keeps you at the door
Learn to see, without regret, to leave
Everything that keeps you at the door

Licking fire red tongue
The black night skies
And floating above the mirror lakes
White mist sail
And listen to the songs of the forest
In the dead of the cup hidden trouble
Comes to us from fairy tales of miracles
The canvas of our cities
Comes to us from fairy tales of miracles
The canvas of our cities