Игорь Рыбаков - На Алтай
текст песни

Get ready for the journey quickly
Put your work aside for a week
The backpack is gathering dust by the door
And your whole life is at stake
May a passing flight smile upon you
With the plane resting on its wing
And your heart will beat so joyfully
When the pilot announces
To Altai, to Altai
Fly from Moscow
From Sakhalin and the southern seas
To Altai, to Altai
Not to Paris, not to China
Fly to Altai quickly
Over the Katun River like a lilac flock
Fog spreads across the mountains
And the simple melody of summer
Sounds to the accompaniment of a guitar by the campfire
Let the city be speckled with skyscrapers
But it was not for nothing that Vysotsky said
Only mountains can be better than mountains
You have proven it to yourself again
To Altai, to Altai
Fly from Moscow
From Sakhalin and the southern seas
To Altai, to Altai
Not to Paris, not to China
Fly to Altai Hurry up
Campfire smoke, a pot, and a tent
From Maima to the Mongolian borders
I'm writing this song in a notebook
Without sparing the crumpled pages
And even if the dates are mixed up
Days of the week, quarters, years
You'll still come back
You'll still return here
To Altai, to Altai
Fly from Moscow
From Sakhalin and the southern seas
To Altai, to Altai
Not to Paris, not to China
Fly to Altai quickly
Fly to Altai