Into the vanity of cities into the torrents of cars We return we come back nowhere to go We descend from the tops which are conquered by us We are leaving behind our heans I have got it stop useless discussions Iíve already convinced myself The only thing which is better than mountains Is a mountain you never climbed. Some of us in that trouble prefer to be alone Some of us choose to leave not listening to the voice of heart And we descend from the conquered hilltops Even gods as you know descended from heaven. I have got it stop useless discussions Iíve already convinced myself The only thing which is better than mountains Is a mountain you never climbed. So many words and hopes so many songs and themes Are awaken by hills, hills donít like us to go We descend anyway for a season, for good This is always the same, for we have to come home I have got it stop useless discussions Iíve already convinced myself The only thing which is better than mountains Is a mountain nobody climbed.
© Alex Sokolov. Translation, 2011