Post #3073

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