Текст песни Сергей Григорьев - На чужбине...

In a foreign land, when saddened,
I miss you harder and harder
On the horns of the port suburbs,
Through my Pomor capital.

There Dvina licks the feet of the piers,
And every corner is familiar to me.
There is my land, my father's house and the beginning
All my unwritten lines

My dreams are not overseas villages,
I often see in my dreams in the morning,
That I am walking with a cheerful accordion,
And the whole Troitsky tract walks.

I will return, I will come to Arkhangelsk,
Not alone, but with an accordion together.
I'll drop by a neighbor's party
And we'll sing a song about the city.

In the meantime, lonely and sad
I miss you harder and harder
On the horns of the port suburbs,
Through my Pomor capital.