I asked you: "Why are you going to the mountains?"
And you went to the top, and you tore into battle.
- After all, Elbrus can be great! -
You laughed and took me with you.

Then you have become close and affectionate,
My mountaineer, my rock-climber!
The first time I pulled out of the crack,
You smiled, my rock-climber.

 
 
 
 

"Oh, how close and affectionate you are,
My mountaineer, my rock-climber!
Every time I look for cracks,
You scolded me, my mountaineer.

And then on each of our ascent -
Well, why are you distrustful to me?! -
You insured me with pleasure,
Climber is my gutta-percha.

Oh, what you are not close, unflattering,
My mountaineer, my rock-climber!
Every time I pull out of the abyss,
You scolded me, my rock-climber.

For you, I stretched out of the last strength, -
you give me a hand.
and I’ll say: "Enough, my dear!"
Then I fell down, but managed to say:

"Oh, how close and affectionate you are,
My mountaineer, my rock-climber!
We are now connected by one rope -
We both became climbers.