Текст песни Олег Шепрут - Ветра от Воркуты до Магадана

Home port - non-solar evil Magadan,
Where docked ships rust
Like human memory of terrible years
That the country was filled with grief.
The shout of the guards, the rumble of boots on the deck;
Oh, the convoy share is bitter.
And to be bitter, because to sail far -
Corned beef with outboard water.
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Winds from Vorkuta to Magadan;
The country is wrapped in thorny darkness.
One unhealed wound
Which is a terrible name - Gulag.
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The sea has become a mass grave for those
Who could not bear the severity of the "stages".
Others still lie in the permafrost;
Memory is shackled, gagged
Untie it; memory is the country's conscience!
All the victims - to name them by name!
Well, those ghouls from the Kremlin wall -
Into the frozen ground, without the hassle of the funeral.
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Winds from Vorkuta to Magadan;
The country is wrapped in thorny darkness.
One unhealed wound
Which is a terrible name - Gulag.
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But to see the darkness has not completely dispersed,
Kohl still dreary thoughts;
There is no cry of commands, no barking dogs,
And the empty holds are silent.
Only memory knocks on the sides of the dull foam,
The bird is torn from the cage to freedom.
Yes, in the port of Magadan ships rust,
A terrible ulcer in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk.
© Oleg Sheprut, July 1, 1991 - August 21, 2017