V Propast'

Ty na vershine mira, na lavine beloi,
Mne ne hvataet sily, chtoby eto sdelat’.

Prosto….v propast’!
Chtoby tebya sbrosit’.

Ya popadayu v seti, padayu na kamni,
I zadyhayas’ veter, trogayu rukami

Prosto….v propast’!
Chtoby sebya sbrosit’.
Prosto….chtoby sebya sbrosit’.

I ya chut’-chut’ ustala, no uzhe zavodit,
To chto snachala malo, a potom prihodit…

Prosto….v propast’!
Chtoby menya sbrosit’.
Prosto….chtoby menya sbrosit’.

Ty na vershine mira, na lavine beloi,
Mne ne hvataet sily, chtoby eto sdelat’.

Prosto….v propast’!
Chtoby tebya sbrosit’.
V Propast’…chtoby tebya sbrosit’.
Prosto…chtoby tebya sbrosit’.