Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Огоньки на другой стороне озера

On the other side of the lake cooled down
Like beads round the yellow lights,
As of shimmering snow once the former,
In the blue mist floating through the year they are.

Through April blue, through ice podtaevshy,
To me these lights is still far.
Not by my fate, nor my friends,
Not open to the personal account of losses.

Then we will suffer, as the ice drifting snow,
Through the smoke above the dull days over the years,
But always in the New Year for the brilliant elkoyu
I will chuditsya that distant light.

Although we live Laptev and Bering
Not given to us to know how far to swim.
We still are waiting, and on this side,
We still need to be, and then we will be.