Текст песни Виктория Ермолова - Заполярные ночи лета

Night is light, but all was quiet around,
Numb from Sweet Dreams
And the dense pine needles,
And the leaves on the branches of a birch.

I sit down on a warm stone
Among the bushes dwarf willow
And the water scoop hands
From the river of my of Niva.

Summer, summer ... Excess light
Over the river mists melt.
Silence, silence - it
What sounds from being hidden.

Silence - is not empty,
Silence - anticipation and memory,
Before naked feelings,
That it is impossible to identify words.

Zapolyarny summer nights,
Wandering sun on blue hills.
Oh, no end of the world end of the world,
Rocky face of Russia.