And so, that Elvis leg had stopped;
My turn to lead!
And so, my climber’s fears were dropped -
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!...