Юрий Визбор Rasvumchorr Plateau

Юрий Визбор на английском языке невошедший фрагмент Мост Песен для звукового журнала с дырочкой в боку Кругозор (N6, 1965), посвящённый международному фестивалю дружбы кадры из д, ф Город под Полярной звездой (1982) Warm spring days never come To the Rasvumchorr plain Heavy snows, galeforce winds Blow again and again There are eighteen of us And the weather, be damned There are eighteen of us In this hell of a land At the table we sit Just to smoke a cigar Soon well climb to the top To the roof of Khibins To the roof of Khibins Through the howl and the storm To the plain far above Through the terrible winds At the foothills below Lies my land, great and vast Merry lads on the way And for each theres the must Virgin lands thats for you The dense forest for him But for us it is all On the plain Rasvumchorr