Юрий Карпов и Сергей Анцинов - Юрию Визбору
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Year, and we are all the same
Naive, we don't want to change
And maybe over the years, less often
We look at the dawn with dumb enthusiasm

And somewhere the mountains stand as before
Avalanches are gone, water is noisy
Rains oblique and fresh wind
Trains go there without us

They take their own years. Nights
Trying to sleep in a dream dive
We notice the uselessness of everyday life
And there is a desire to cross out everything

There are somewhere mountains of wind
Flowing white banners from the peaks
There is a slope in the morning wet
Gray -haired fog sways above him

Days pass, after date date
We fuss, argue and hasten
And somewhere there, in the rays of sunset
Lies the country of untouched peaks

Let's forget about everything in the world
We will shake sand, and dust from a backpack
Twist to where the mountains will meet
Where the clouds will extend our hands.