Еще один стих и еще одна интересная генерация... текст песни прилагается:

The peaks, they shine at night (at night)
Moonlit snow glitters in sight
And clouds, they drift in throngs
Fleeing the moonlight, moving along
Oh the mountain air, so pure, intoxicates
Feels like a dream, as my mind levitates
I soar through these clouds, maybe it's true
Or is it all not just in my view
The vastness of the Caucasus, so grand
Aged in beauty, a time-tested land