Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Горнолыжная, artist - Юрий Визбор. Album song Ночной полет, in the genre Русская авторская песняDate of issue: 26.03.2017
Record label: Татьяна Визбор
Song language: Russian language
Горнолыжная(original) |
| А кто там в сером свитере |
| И в шапочке такой |
| Подобно искусителю |
| Нам знак дает рукой? |
| А взмах руки со склона, |
| Со склона, со склона, |
| Как будто бы с балкона |
| Испанского дворца. |
| А горы, как сеньеры, |
| Сеньеры, сеньеры, |
| Глядят на нас с укором, |
| Судачат без конца. |
| А кто там в красной курточке |
| Собой не дорожит? |
| Рисует, словно шуточки, |
| На склонах виражи. |
| А взмах руки со склона, |
| Со склона, со склона, |
| Как будто бы с балкона |
| Испанского дворца. |
| А горы, как сеньеры, |
| Сеньеры, сеньеры, |
| Глядят на нас с укором, |
| Судачат без конца. |
| Лечу по краю тени я, |
| По краю синих льдов, |
| Через переплетение |
| Сверкающих следов. |
| А взмах руки со склона, |
| Со склона, со склона, |
| Как будто бы с балкона |
| Испанского дворца. |
| А горы, как сеньеры, |
| Сеньеры, сеньеры, |
| Глядят на нас с укором, |
| Судачат без конца. |
| Найду себе другую жизнь |
| У северной воды — |
| Там не такие виражи |
| Откалывают льды. |
| А взмах руки со склона, |
| Со склона, со склона, |
| Как будто бы с балкона |
| Испанского дворца. |
| А горы, как сеньеры, |
| Сеньеры, сеньеры, |
| Глядят на нас с укором, |
| Судачат без конца. |
| (translation) |
| And who is there in the gray sweater |
| And in such a hat |
| Like a tempter |
| Does he give us a sign? |
| A wave of the hand from the slope, |
| From the slope, from the slope |
| As if from a balcony |
| Spanish Palace. |
| And the mountains, like seigneurs, |
| Seniors, seniors, |
| They look at us with reproach, |
| They argue endlessly. |
| And who is there in the red jacket |
| Don't value yourself? |
| Draws like jokes |
| Turns on the slopes. |
| A wave of the hand from the slope, |
| From the slope, from the slope |
| As if from a balcony |
| Spanish Palace. |
| And the mountains, like seigneurs, |
| Seniors, seniors, |
| They look at us with reproach, |
| They argue endlessly. |
| I'm flying along the edge of the shadow, |
| On the edge of blue ice |
| Through the weave |
| Glittering footprints. |
| A wave of the hand from the slope, |
| From the slope, from the slope |
| As if from a balcony |
| Spanish Palace. |
| And the mountains, like seigneurs, |
| Seniors, seniors, |
| They look at us with reproach, |
| They argue endlessly. |
| Find myself another life |
| By the northern water - |
| There are not such turns |
| Breaking ice. |
| A wave of the hand from the slope, |
| From the slope, from the slope |
| As if from a balcony |
| Spanish Palace. |
| And the mountains, like seigneurs, |
| Seniors, seniors, |
| They look at us with reproach, |
| They argue endlessly. |