Текст песни Александр Заборский - На заливе лёд весною тает

On the bay, ice melts in the spring,
And the trees will bloom in the gardens ...
Only us with you under guard
They will lead to the far North.

Again these covered wagons
And the escort dogs the vicious howl,
Empty aprons again
On which the convoy drove us.

In the camps they dream of freedom
But they dare not talk about her.
Platoon sentinel machines
You can be replaced by freedom.

And when you get home,
An old mother walks out onto the porch
Say: "Hello son! ..", and turn away,
Harboring an involuntary moan in my soul.

Throws the cooked roses
A tear will appear in my eyes
And no one knows - only mom -
Why does the son of gray hair.

On the bay, ice melts in the spring,
And the trees will bloom in the gardens ...
Only us with you under guard
They will lead to the far North.