Текст песни Арс Амосов - Север

I am where wet air,
Stormy` rivers and smell of pines.
There is so quiet and calm.
I read it as prose

There birds sing, pouring away,
Trees touch the sky.
I'm where before that was not,
I breathe, I live, blooming

Fog in the morning shelted
White plush moisture,
Around calmness, goodness
In the air of the northern edge

I am where the asphalt is inappropriate,
Only moss and wet soil.
And that's what I know
I'm here at the right place