The Evil Spirit of Yambuy 1978 1 CD
our group was returning
to its base.
Only a few surveyors were still
carrying out observations
in the Stanovoy mountain range.
Goodbye, rugged country!
At last we are escaping
from your grip.
How many times, after wearing out
one more pair of boots,
breathing in the smoke of our campfire,
we’ve dreamed of another kind of heat,
cursing your endless marshlands,
your clouds of mosquitoes,
and the bleak gray
of your faded skies!
- Have you seen the chief?
- He was somewhere around.
- He went to the surveyors.
- Why? Has anything happened?
- Won’t there be any planes?
- It’s worse than that.
What could be worse?
We’ll have to wait again.
Lyuba, pour me some tea.
- Have you seen the chief?
- Over there, by the campfire.
- Grigory!
- Wait a minute, will you?
Radio message from headquarters.
“On Mount Yambuy,
surveyor Vladimir Yefimenko has
disappeared without leaving a trace.
Parties searching for him found
nothing.
It’s the second case
of the disappearance of a surveyor
in the same region. “
Only last spring
we lost Seryozha Petrik.
“The surveyors are refusing
to finish their work.
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