It’s not a flat plateau, and climate not right
And avalanche kills like a lightning at night,
Stone falling is sudden - it roars like a beast.
Though one can return, choose easier turn
But we are preferring most difficult zone
As dangerous as military mist.

Who hasn’t been here, who didn’t take chance
That knows very little of charm and romance
Regardless in life he was on the top a lot.
On bottom you won’t see however you try
In all your most and beautiful drive
Even a fragment of colors and thrill of the top.

No roses so pink and ribbons of weeds
A stone - like death ticket - for our deeds
Which never resembles a monument nest,
And memory fire which glitters so bright
And emerald ice on the slopes and the height
The height never concord by you and the rest.

In vain people say, let people say that
But nobody perishes simply like that
Much better if vodka or flue or a rat.
Others will fight to win their height
Strive with no rest to do their best
To conquer the peaks you had dreamed with the rest.

If mountain walls - always be on alert
Don’t think that the luck will prefer you a lot
All hills - unreliable neither blue ice nor mysterious rocks.
Only rely on the firmness of hands
Mountain hook and the best help of friends
And pray to the rope to survive in the dangerous shocks.

We’re cutting ice steps not a single step back
Knees trembling and aching - the air in lack.
The heart is quite ready to jump from the chest to the top.
The whole world before you - you happy and dumb
And only a little you envy that ONE,
Who really knows what the triumph to be on the top.