Текст песни Алексей Добрынин - Самолёт на Мезень

Autumn, birds to the south
Away from the fierce winter
Flew away a long time ago.
I'm in a hurry to the North,
Where recently
My old, faithful friend lives.

The plane flies to the Mezen,
Everything underfoot is snow, and snow.
I leave my bad luck behind
The soul sings on the Mezen, on the Mezen.

Flight duration -
Took off and sat down
Just dozed off a little.
And neither roads nor rails
On this land
And how long have I not flown.

Never friend of me
Didn't ask for anything
And yesterday I called - come.
And strainingly humming,
As if I had caught a cold
The plane rushes into the frosty distance.