And so, that Elvis leg had stopped; My turn to lead! And so, my climber’s fears were dropped - Indeed, indeed. I will not pause before the crux I start ascent... And there could be no grades or routes, That can’t be sent! Among the peaks that none had scaled That one - for me, Among the routes that were unveiled This one - by me! And names of fallen with respect Big walls will hide... Among the lines of first ascents Just one - but mine! And with the glowing of the ice North face is lit. The secret of your steps precise These slabs will keep... And I will glance into my dream Above all heads. And I believe that snow is clean As words of friends! I let the time to heal all wounds - I can’t forget, How all my worries on the route I had restrained. How water whispered with intent: Good luck - to you! And month... What month it was back then? Oh, yes - ‘was June!...
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