Текст песни Вячеслав Никольский - По тундре

It was the spring verdant May,
When Tundra wore a green dress.
We fled with thee for fear of pursuit,
To have not caught up with the machine charge.

Chorus: In the tundra, the wide rail,
Where is racing fast Vorkuta-Leningrad

Rain dripped on the hands and on the muzzle of a revolver.
Garbage surrounded, "hands in the mountain" shout
But they miscalculated, broke through the encirclement.
But who looks straight-th bullet spared

Chorus: In the tundra, the wide rail,
Where is racing fast Vorkuta-Leningrad

And we went long on the bandwagon
And the thief's eyes were full of tears
We are now on the loose, dreamed about,
About which we dreamed so many dreams tender

Chorus: In the tundra, the wide rail,
Where hurtling train Vorkuta-Leningrad