Текст песни Юрий Карпов - Лохмотья рваных облаков

Tattered ragged clouds
The wind has weighed across the sky
In the language of scraps of words
From someone's incompetent songs
There is no victory ahead
The mountain, perhaps, will allow us
Leave your mark up
And leave a part of the soul there

There is a blizzard above
The weather is laughing
We trample summer snow
Away from the sun, closer to the sun
Another such season
And there will be only talk
Glasses kitchen pealing
Memories of the mountains

We are waiting at the bottom, no doubt
There the whole squad is seated up
And we have not punched a ticket
We carry back. We are leaving.
Well, not the last year
And thank God, the year is not the first
Let the weather round dance
Do not cripple our nerves

And if next year
We will believe by chance
Let's go to this height
Let's go check yourself out ....
One more time to believe in yourself