Текст песни Батя - Уже через год старательский поиск

A year later, prospector search
It will take me where to the waist
Up to the throat of snow, try to get there!
Taiga roams there, taiga roams there ...
Buried in the snow

Crooked like knives on hunting trails
It's better not to live cowardly and timid,
Here only jays cry for a burst,
And people are kind, and people are kind ...
Beautiful and sturdy

They know how to love in powerlessness without believing
Already from ten they go to the beast.
I am gray hair, powdered with frost,
I will become like everyone else, I will be like everyone else ...
Degree and wise

And only in the taiga will I believe from now on,
I can't forget the long rains
The sunset that burned with an awkward crimson
And the rustle of the alleys, and the rustle of the alleys ...
Native Pirogovka