Текст песни В. Высоцкий - Белое безмолвие

All the years and centuries and ages in a row
Everything tends to heat from frosts and blizzards.
Why do these birds fly north,
If the birds are laid only to the south.
Glory they do not need and greatness,
Here under the wings will end the ice-
And they will find happiness birdlike
As a reward for the impudent flight.
What we did not live, what we could not sleep,
What drove us out on a high wave?
We did not have to see the radiance,
This rarely happens - radiance in price!
Silence. Only gulls like lightning.
We emptily drain them from our hands.
But I reward us for the silence
certainly there will be sound.
How long have we only dreamed of white dreams,
All other shades of snow have been noticed,
We have been blinded for a long time from such whiteness,
But we will see through the dark stripe of the earth.
Our throat will let go of the silence,
Our weakness melts like a shadow.
and the reward for the night of despair is the eternal polar day.
north, will, hope, a country without borders.
Snow without dirt, like a long life without lying.
Crows do not turn our eyes out of their sockets,
because there is no crow here.
Who did not believe in bad prophecies,
in the snow did not lay down for a moment,
The reward for being alone
Must meet someone