Текст песни Александр Ипатов - Студеное Белое море...

Alexander Ipatov

Student White Sea
Stern otet edge.
By the shore swampy city
Cling to thousands of piles.

A reasonable number of fate
For each sand - fate -
When subyelle people
For the first time came here.

Bell Monastery Lonely.
So in Russia was heard.
Stretched stages and deadlines,
Winds blurred through.

Wind ruined clothes.
Soul Flash, look!
But if you lose hope,
That is how it is easier to find.

Reveal and cards, and doors.
It would seem that there is no war.
But all tangible loss
In the north of our country.