Текст песни Белое море - Усть-Онега

You go, go all the way home
laying out cards on the table:
"Lord, pick up your sleeves,
I have found a job for you. "

Who would have thought - on loan
on the shortest day, in the dark,
built boats and ships
on Nikolin's day. No drawing.

A warm temple was erected first
The miracle worker - in Onega ust.
A tree at sixty is firewood.
There should be more than a hundred masts.
I'll be back

for now, grow up, ship forest,
lulled by the blue.
Lullaby harsh thread up
caught the spindle

bell. The night is on the needles.
Lullaby is sleeping baby.
Worse on pins and needles than a sharp knife
waiting - waiting for you.

Who would have thought that a knock
starts with the hammer of the heart.
Who could not flinch to the sound
on unlubricated door hinges:

"Hush, hush, don't wake up,
My joy, hurry to the fire! "
Deafening in the chest
more reckless than bullfinches.

Canvas from under the hand
checks the strength of the trace.
After all, you have to go crazy:
on the shortest day in December

you go, go all the way home,
laying out cards on the table:
- miracle worker, sit down to the fire first.
- I found a job for you.