Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - За полярным кругом

The Arctic Circle snow -
White and White,
And over the tundra snowstorm mosque.
Icy air smells of the sea
Fish and serious affair,
And the shipyards icebreakers treated.

Far beyond the Arctic Circle
Race sled ,
And the lake, like crystal , all to the bottom.
Here, cloudberries, as carpets,
Icy stone harbor
And of course - between us - cold.

The Arctic Circle cry
Ivory gulls ,
Painted in different colors at home in Murmansk.
Heron cranes do not miss ,
Ships in port meet
And with cormorants play in the sand .

The Arctic Circle death
In the forty-first
Spilling blood on the snow clover.
Not at all ranks and medals
People have become harder stone ,
Not give , not betrayed the North.

The Arctic Circle snow -
White and White,
And over the tundra snowstorm mosque.
Icy air smells of the sea
Fish and serious affair,
And the shipyards icebreakers treated.