Текст песни Погорелый Сергей - За гребнем синих гор

Behind the crest of the blue mountains
Snow blue.
There the wind blows,
There are abysses without a bottom
And only eccentrics
Seek for a long time
Over the crests of the blue mountains
Over the crests of the blue mountains.

Do not invent shackles
On these cranks -
They all strive
Reach the clouds
With the gods and fate
Leading on an equal footing
Over the crests of the blue mountains
Over the crests of the blue mountains.

Torn slings
A dangling line
Finds their peace
Why the hell is he like that ?!
And their songs fly
Against death
Over the crests of the blue mountains
Over the crests of the blue mountains.