Александр Агафонов - Матерь Божья
текст песни

In the morning climb and heavy take -off
Climbers go - what kind of people?
Where does the crazy fate attract you,
But everyone goes crazy in their own way.

Heavy ascent, tired people,
From happiness, snot does not climb into the mouth
But it will not stop and not change your legs
Our faces are shining, longing is not visible in them.

We go along the ridge, before us the wall
A little effort - the top is taken
And let the fog swim in the eyes
Now a glass and - in the Vatican

Twice one hundred hundred and went down already,
I look at friends - their view is Negly
And what to do - an income ice,
And underfoot - five seven hundred.

Fifty dulphers - die, but give
Work all day, suffer all night
And it seems, I want to scream loudly
How is there Russian ... My poor mother ...

Grabbed the night, well, it doesn’t matter
We will sleep in arbors, yes!
Now our fate is bitter, like wine
No, here is not a circus, but a continuous movie.

I’m going to the traverse again
Yes, if he was cursed, this Caucasus
I go without insurance on a bare wall
Oh, Mother of God, help me!

I barely managed to score a hook
Like the hands of a stone suddenly slipped
I hung over the abyss on the repshunur
Oh, Mother of God, help me!

I hung like that, the moon went up
And she lit up everything around
Below was a stream in darkness
Oh, Mother of God, help me!

But now he came to save the detachment,
They saved me for three in a row.
Open text scolded me:
What the hell did you get there?

I go to the traverse for the last time,
Yes, if he was cursed, this Caucasus,
I go down on someone's back
Oh, Mother of God, help me!