Текст песни Николай Заболоцкий. - Где-то в поле, возле Магадана

Somewhere in a field near Magadan,
In the midst of dangers and troubles
In the vapors of frozen fog
They followed the sledge.
From soldiers, from their tinned sip,
From the bandits of the gang of thieves
Only the lumber was saved here.
Yes outfits to the city for flour.
So they walked in their jackets -
Two unfortunate Russian old men,
Remembering birth huts
And languishing about them from afar.
Their whole soul burned out
Far from near and dear ones
And the fatigue that hunched over the body
That night their souls were eating
Life above them in images of nature
She moved her own way.
Only stars, symbols of freedom,
They didn’t look at people anymore.
The wondrous mystery of the universe
Walked in the theater of the northern stars,
But her fire is soulful
To people did not reach.
A blizzard whistled around people
Overlooking frozen hemp.
And at them, not looking at each other,
Freezing, the elderly sat down.
Horses became, work was over
Mortals completed the case ...
A sweet nap hugged them
To the far edge, sobbing, she led.
Their guard will not catch up anymore,
The camp convoy won't overtake
Only one constellation of Magadan
Shine, becoming above your head.