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.