Текст песни Юрий Панюшкин - Письмо с Колымы

How careless artist, entered the winter with the land,
Forgetting where she had left her primed canvas.
And this forgotten and white canvas itself,
Like a long echo, the eternal picture sprouted.

That cold paints it accumulates sunrise,
Just enough for him these colors just on the run.
So sometimes partridge hunter hurry to take off,
And she, lifting heavy falls on snow.

And show at dusk hills silent dance,
As if they become stupid fashioned boredom frost.
And it is so important to believe that the earth is at the horizon
And the broad steppe summer, and the sun seriously ...

And it is equally important to imagine yourself
Among those from whom you briefly resigned yesterday,
Where not to wait or suddenly remember you,
But sure - is alive, and from this they are well.

And obscure the fire that flickers in the distance calling,
And not a candle flame that touching, floating in the dark -
Your face today I have the duty to ask the winter
In the eternal figure - by its eternal frost.