Ну вот, исчезла дрожь в руках [Nu vot , ischezla drozh' v rukah] [English translation]

At last, my trembling hands are calm.

My turn to lead!

And all my climbing fears are gone,

Indeed, indeed.

I will not pause before the crux,

It's my ascent.

And there are neither grades nor routes

That can’t be sent!

Among the peaks that none have scaled

That one – for me.

Among the routes that were unveiled

This one – by me!

The names of fallen with respect

Big walls will hide.

Among the lines of first ascents

Just one – but mine!

With the blue glowing of its ice

North face is lit.

The secret of your steps precise

These slabs will keep.

And I will glance into my dream

Above your heads.

And I believe that snow is clean

Like words of friends!

I will let time to heal all wounds;

I can’t forget

How all my worries on the route

I have restrained.

How water whispered with intent:

"Good luck... to you!"

And month... What month it was back then?

Oh, yes... 'twas June!

• Artist:Vladimir Vysotsky