Юрий Карпов - Лохмотья рваных облаков
текст песни

Taps of torn clouds
The wind spent the wind in the sky
In the language of words
From someone's underflowing songs
There is no victory there
The mountain may allow us
Leave up your mark
And leave part of the soul there

There is a snowstorm
The weather laughs in the face
We stomp summer snow
Away from the sun, closer to the sun
Another such season
And there will only be conversations
Glasses of kitchen sober
Memories about the mountains

We are waiting below, there is no doubt
There the whole detachment sits on a platoon
And we are not a broken ticket
We carry back. We are leaving.
Well, not the last year
And thank God, the year is not the first
Let the bad weather be a round dance
Will not cripple our nerves

And if next year
We will believe
Let's go to this height
Let's go yet to check yourself ...
To believe in yourself again