To the bustling of cars and to traffic jams of the cities We go back and it seems no escape can be found We get down again from the high mountain peaks, and we leave our hearts leaving still our hearts in the mountains So why would you continue to argue I have already proved to myself Better than mountain peaks can be others, peaks to which you just did not go yet Who would want to remain in the trouble alone Why would you choose to quit, if your heart does not take it? And yet still we descend from the high mountain tops Never mind, even gods used to come down from heavens So Why would you continue to argue I have already proved to myself Better than mountain peaks can be others, Peaks to which you just did not go yet It’s bright words and high hopes songs and themes just as good That The mountains wake inside us and they call us to stay on But we have to return - some for a year, some for good It’s Because at the end, It’s Because at the end we must always come down So Why would you continue to argue I have already proved to myself Better than mountain peaks can be others, peaks to which you just did not go yet
© Alexei Tikhomirov. Translation, 2012
© Alexei Tikhomirov. Performance, 2012