Текст песни Вадим Козин - Магаданка

Words: Peter Oil
Use: Vadim Kozin

Neither Volga nor don
Between sopes of green
And where there are lakes, ponds!
There is really a river
And the one Koshevka,
It has more stones than water.

There is, however, the other.
Sparkles, sparkles,
From the windows is perfectly visible.
Hurry up like a fucker,
Magadanka River,
Hurry to the sea she.

Nor deep, nor wide
But equal to it in the world
Perhaps the river is not found.
Hence sometime
In the distant thirtieth
Taiga began the paths.

Here it was forgiven
And they were returned to her
With taezhny thick beard,
Here Songs Pevali
And alcohol was recorded
Its glacial water ...

And years like waves
Over the edge of silent
Passed, swept the turn.
And where in the disintegration
Belli tents,
We built our city ...

Magadan runs,
River-northerd,
And there will be a century run,
So that the song is quiet
Far descendants
About our affairs to tell.