Текст песни Сергей Соловьев - Байкальская

The sky over Baikal frowns,
At sunset, the sun is squinting
Haze blue curtain
Covers the shores ...
Thrashing the expanse of the sea with the winds,
And gray kilometers
On the ridges, a sharp line
Snow white snow.

It’s like they’re wandering over Lake Baikal,
Dances of gulls are spinning
And cruel them,
Merciless Sarma.
But we sing for salvation
Let them knock on the sides of autumn
Either from the west from the east
Restless storms.

The night on the coals is involved
The sky is hung with stars
The legendary sea snoozes,
Resting from the heat.
And swim bewitched
Our souls are naked
And they create amber poems
At the source of the Angara ...

The sky over Baikal frowns ...
At sunset, the sun blinks ...