Lyrics Григорий Лепс - Расстрел горного эхо
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В тиши перевала, где скалы ветрам не помеха,
помеха,
На кручах таких, на какие никто не проник,
никто не проник,
Жило-поживало веселое горное эхо,
горное эхо
Оно отзывалось на крик, человеческий крик.
Когда одиночество комом подкатит под горло,
под горло,
И сдавленный стон еле слышно в обрыв упадет
в обрыв упадет
Крик этот о помощи эхо подхватит, подхватит
проворно
Усилит и бережно в руки своих донесет.
Должно быть не люди, напившись дурмана и
зелья, и зелья,
Чтоб не был услышан никем громкий топот и
храп, топот и храп,
Пришли умертвить, обеззвучить живое, живое
ущелье,
И эхо связали и в рот ему сунули кляп.
Всю ночь продолжалась кровавая, злая потеха,
злая потеха,
И эхо топтали, но звуки никто не слыхал,
никто не слыхал,
К утру расстреляли притихшее горное,
горное эхо,
И брызнули слезы, как камни из раненных скал.
И брызнули слезы, как камни из раненных скал.
In the quiet of the pass, where the rocks to the winds are not a hindrance,
interference,
On steeps such as no one has penetrated,
no one has penetrated,
There lived a cheerful mountain echo,
rock echo
It responded to a cry, a human cry.
When loneliness is lumpy under the throat,
under the throat,
And a stifled groan barely audible into the cliff will fall
in the cliff will fall
This cry for help echoes pick up, pick up
agilely
Strengthen and carefully in the hands of his reports.
There should be no people, having got drunk dope and
potions, and potions,
So that no one can hear a loud footstep and
snoring, trampling and snoring,
They came to kill, to disarm the living, living
gorge,
And they tied the echo and put a gag in his mouth.
All night long the bloody, angry fun continued,
wicked fun,
And the echo was trampled on, but no one heard the sounds,
no one has heard,
By the morning, they killed a quiet mountain,
mountain echo,
And tears sprinkled like stones from wounded rocks.
And tears sprinkled like stones from wounded rocks.
interference,
On steeps such as no one has penetrated,
no one has penetrated,
There lived a cheerful mountain echo,
rock echo
It responded to a cry, a human cry.
When loneliness is lumpy under the throat,
under the throat,
And a stifled groan barely audible into the cliff will fall
in the cliff will fall
This cry for help echoes pick up, pick up
agilely
Strengthen and carefully in the hands of his reports.
There should be no people, having got drunk dope and
potions, and potions,
So that no one can hear a loud footstep and
snoring, trampling and snoring,
They came to kill, to disarm the living, living
gorge,
And they tied the echo and put a gag in his mouth.
All night long the bloody, angry fun continued,
wicked fun,
And the echo was trampled on, but no one heard the sounds,
no one has heard,
By the morning, they killed a quiet mountain,
mountain echo,
And tears sprinkled like stones from wounded rocks.
And tears sprinkled like stones from wounded rocks.