Текст песни Ирина Жукова - Песня спасотряда

We leave for romance
And we do not sit up the stars of wet eyelashes,
We do not strive to look at ice
And on the July purple boards.

We leave, leaving the city,
We go to meet the cold and icefalls,
When happens with a friend of trouble
And we, rescuers, you need to go to the rescue.

We walk silently, we do not sing under the guitar
And we do not consider how much passing pass.
And how many kilometers do not pass,
For us, any digit will be too small.

And disrupting misfortunes,
Let's say each other, shaking hard hand:
Give God the latter is our trip a year,
And it was better not to be at all, however, another.