Виктор Гагин - Песня о западном кольце
текст песни

Chorus: oh, my tundra, along the lane outfit,
Oh, my tundra, sad ...

The night on the night the wind sings the song Caution.
Morning will push into the cycle
In shaking road.
It is heard
In the way, dear no wind, howls:
Dragging to the mountain Rydwan,
Roll route.

Chorus: Oh, my tundra, poor frostbitten,
Oh, my tundra, my sadness ...

A blizzard is cut, a show is wet,
Drove, did not sneeze
Either on the rise, then under the slope:
The old one was out of breath.
Drings
He is a cursed ring -
And restless
There is no end.

Chorus: oh, my tundra, along the lane outfit,
Oh, my tundra, my sadness ...

The piles stick out on the site of the zones,
Moss are covered,
And the Crosses are silent without names
And they are lying to the side.
Do not look
Through the windows covered with ice:
Non -humans Roy - drives a convoy
Camp system ...

Chorus: oh, my tundra, frozen eternity,
Oh, my tundra, my sadness ...

This is a aimless ring
Circles me in himself
In a chain ring of shackle
Waiting fate.
In white ice
Falls out of a bottomless hole
A vicious circle, an angry loop,
"West" is a ring.

Chorus: Sing, my tundra, poor frostbitten,
Sing, my tundra, my sadness.
Sing, my tundra, along the lane, outdated,
Sing, my tundra, my sadness ...