The only thing that pleases in my city THE MOUNTAINS There are many of them, the visitors do not like it, they say "they are under pressure, as if there is nothing to breathe, there is a mountain to the left, a mountain to the right, a mountain in front" And I'm high Go away, out of town and such silence, peace There is no one around, there is no network and you are alone with you To drink? here's a mountain river To eat? berries, or an apple, which threw in a briefcase a week ago and nothing else is needed I climbed higher and you see all this beauty untouched by nobody Clean high, clean mountain air