Валерий Боков - Аконкагуа - 2
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You all know a lot about other worlds
But only from TV and books
Believe me: it's not as good in the mountains
As it is impossible to live without them

You don't have to climb any further! Here they are, the Andes
And the eyes of the whole team are filled with a variety of emotions
Even though there's a thundering drum in my head, everything floats in wisps of fog
But then, two oceans, you can see them if you squint a little

There's Alaska, there's Panama... There's the Strait of F. Magellan
Machu Picchu, Niagara, Chile, Nicaragua
Blacks in Alabama, the White House, Barack Obama
All of America beneath us, we're on Aconcagua

The pleasure of reaching the summit is indescribable
But, to be honest, there's no desire to repeat it for an encore
And while the Indian gods aren't strict with us
We need to make a quick getaway, hurry down

There's tequila, Coca-Cola, half-naked foreign tourists
Dark-skinned Creole women scurry between the palm trees
There, in the night, the strings are tormented White-toothed Creoles
And they sing the romance "Besame Mucho" in a languid voice

I looked at things soberly, and decided for myself that I would never climb such a height again
Like the French after a battle, I hobble down the path
My head feels like I've had a hangover, my ears are ringing, and my mouth is dry

But with every step I feel more and more oxygen
And that somewhere out there, in the fog, closer to sea level
Awaiting me - vodka in a glass and gorgeous weather
And because of this, my gait is ever more athletic, ever more cheerful

We went down, enjoyed ourselves, let me divide it with my eyes
We ourselves lived almost naked for a good week
Here - guitar strumming, here - Lauras, Claras, Noras
So why do we climb mountains if it's so nice here

Apparently, it's grabbed me tightly and sticks out like a heart A splinter
It seems a crazy woman has settled in tightly.
That's why there's a rocky ridge, a wind-blown pass.
Mountains, valleys, and so far away are better than women and wine.

Let the well-wishers chant: No, we've seen fools.
You, amigos, should have looked at your passports a long time ago.
Ah, don't waste words, and what does a passport have to do with it anyway.
If you've started dreaming of an unfamiliar mountain often,

Let's gather our belongings—hooks, sleeping bags, tents.
So we can see horizons that aren't visible from here.
So our shoulders ache from the straps, so the clouds float beneath us.
And so we all have pants full of happiness.