Текст песни Валентин Вихорев - Перевалы

The scars of the mountains are silent under the darkening sky,
The banner of the cliffs goes out,
Dates give a difficult sentence for us -
Parting time has come.

You take away with you in sad eyes
Blue snow of passes.
What can I tell you goodbye? -
So that the separation of a short -term seemed to seem.

Take it to bustle, on weekdays of gray houses
Silver wings of snowstorms,
Let under the roar of hurrying night trains
The blue spruce of gorges dream.

Only the smell of snow will convey the wind from the mountains,
From the anchors, we were torn by everyday life,
On the asphalt of our worries.
We will return again to the passes.