Текст песни ZENЁV - Соловки

Where the field is tattered by the winds
Like a baby without mom’s affection,
Where sorrow is whipped with glasses,
Where they believe the old fairy tales

Where the bears warmed in the snow
I sat on a rock near the sea
And read the old Russian Vedas
On the wide forehead of the White Sea.

Solovetsky stronghold of piety,
On vast expanses like the sky
In an age of scolded fame and honor
You stand in silent reproach.

Remember your centuries-old walls
Red-hot fury of guns
Here the saints stood for faith,
Giving souls to God in battle.