Константин Рыбаков - Остров Средний
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In the haze of the northern lights
Stars fade, nast is sparkling,
and coastal sculptures
From the snowstorm guard us;
Birch trees with spruce do not grow here,
There is no bird singing ...
We, counting the Bely bears,
Thirty souls of the population.

Chorus: As for the pole, as to Dixon:
old Annushka - two hours;
But which we dream of winter
Middle Russian strip.

In the Kara Sea, the toros is sharp
Cut the night for segments of sleep,
and heats on the far island
From the letter received.
Polar shines to me in a theme -
Nowhere, they say, you can’t leave -
and lies with husk from seeds
Milky Way on my way.

Chorus: As for the pole, as to Dixon:
nine hundred kilometers - ice;
But which we dream of winter
Greens juicy swan.

Two weeks summer weather:
plus four - plus five in the shade;
The sun is pale around the clock
Heat wet boulders;
Cormlan groans in the sky, with Gagaria
because of the sprat, starting a dispute ...
Under the guitar, we crazy gagmi
And we will be silent with might and main Belomor.

Chorus: As for the pole, as to Dixon:
by plane - a stone's throw ...
But which we dream of winter
Black Sea grace.