Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Камчатка

Over the Avachinsky bay snow
The windshield flies glass.
The plane slows down,
And overboard - warm - warm.
Here he is, northern my expanser,
Fireless grace!
Pink peaks mountains
To which hand to file.

Chorus:

Hello, Kamchatka -
White ship on steep meli!
The winds of the dawn scarreled with winds.
Hello, Kamchatka!
Here really - the edge of the earth:
Further - only the sea and another planet.

Petropavlovsk weld to the tank,
Pouring brine in the morning.
Kutha smokes crude tobacco,
Sea salt eaten in the rock.
Gray smoke stuffed days
Small shore.
But floating in the clouds above it
Two boats of Bering.

Chorus.