Текст песни Ольга Меньшуткина - в глубине материка

Day of July, so soon -
Black bread on the White Sea.
Time - vlёt, and we are
At the heart of the continent.

Full breath - the end of the tide.
Six o'clock. Unhurriedly
Lunar shaft goes into the distance,
Stripping littoral.

Mother River, river, road,
From Shiver to the threshold
So it flows century
From the depths of the continent.

Boats up again in the boat.
From posting to posting,
At the edge of the gray mist of water
And the cold ocean.

Everything has come together here in a stream - power
The air is pure, the land is beautiful,
Path rich from winter dreams
Until the last islands.

Full circle and who would argue -
All the water returns to the sea.
Full circle, and we are
At the heart of the continent ...