Текст песни А.Гейнц, С.Данилов - В Авачинской бухте

In the Avachin bay fog
Volcanoes covered and depth.
On seins web web,
In the cabins peace and comfort.
On the raid there is a caravan,
And, as the completion of the paintings,
April swelling ice
Passes from the tank.

In Avachin Bay April.
Icebreakers left to the north.
In the edges, where there are no soup,
Fishing business - tobacco.
There is a blizzard, a blizzard,
There is a polar canopy sky,
There is ice stencil cold
It goes from Utah to the tank.

In the Avachin Bay Spring,
And, however, we will say otherwise.
Believe me, return, avacha
In the native edges of the ships.
Kamchatka Sun Blind
Sparks through tired masts,
Wanting heat and good luck
All residents of this land.