Текст песни Анджей Бжезинский - Полярная станция

The station drifts among
Cold waters and white ice floes
Lord, bring our helicopter here soon

After all, alcohol is running out
And in the faces of experienced husbands
One verb is clearly read: pour

Helicopter blade cuts the sky slowly
Here's the only way to avoid collisions
Here's one way to avoid the edge of a knife
The reason that does not let me pull the trigger

alcohol
hello from the mainland
ships don't go here
there are only lichens and mosses

space is heating up
years of wandering between us
only a drifting station cuts the surface

but now is not the time to give up
after all, just a little bit left
and the pilot will give a signal, he brought food