Текст песни Юрий Визбор 1979г - Вы теперь к разлукам привыкаете

You will now get used to the separation,
By Puritanism telegraph lines.
You are now, please, on the map
Look for a small island.
There to his dream through the blizzard flames
We walk in the endless ice,
There's a star high above us,
Blue pole star.

 Skis touching stories
And in his hand holding the meridian
We loneliness saving
This Arctic Ocean.
Escape the clouds at times
And the lighthouse we can see sometimes -
Right now on, almost upon us,
Blue pole star.

 We will be back sooner or later,
At the top stand in a tight circle -
There continents and oceans
Cool sink to the south.
Old not forget our friendship,
And now upon us forever
Gordo will glow in the clouds
Xin polar star.

 September 17, 1979
Vladivostok - Moscow