For You.Earth - Горы бьют в барабаны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The polar nights do not sleep, these nights follow us on our heels, along dark ridges, across unmelting ice, along mountain rivers - in our footsteps. The mountains will overhear us - in response, we remain silent, confused, trying to hide our delight and fear. The wind is humming, as if thousands of trumpeters are blowing copper pipes, and the hands of cold nights are knocking on our windows. The stars look at us - in response, we remain silent, confused, trying to hide delight and fear. The mountains echo the drums, in unison with our waiting hearts, the mountains beat the drums - this is how our death follows us