Текст песни Беломорканал - Распахнул я телогрейку...

I opened my quilted jacket
And around there is taiga snow.
I lit the White Sea
Two hours is no longer a convict.
On the shoulder darling cider
And three walks behind him.
On passing timber trucks
To the station and home.
And drove a timber truck
Sitting in a strap, he knows.
Seven promotions from the first walker,
Everything from the Stalin era.
The first term is thirty-ninth.
He got it - ten years.
He dropped in the parade.
Plaque, Stalin's portrait.

Most years, but moonshine,
Garlic clove
Cones towers and a chaldon,
Chifirbak yes chifirok
At night camp tales
Will sing a harmony somewhere
And in Siberia, stick trees,
Forest, convoy, dogs, shmon.

On the way to the free village
What the five guard
Kumovya yes rotter
In that village live
There is my sweetheart in the hut
From frost pancake pillar
Anthony daughter Sonya
Come on bro give a wave
We’ll fire a bathhouse on wood
We’ll steam everything on the vine
Barefoot hike in the snow
Tumbling over the meadow
I'm free, the taiga convict
Like a bear and like a bullfinch.
My bow to you viburnum
My mother is Siberia.

Most years, but moonshine,
Garlic clove
Cones towers and a chaldon,
Chifirbak yes chifirok
At night camp tales
Will sing a harmony somewhere
And in Siberia, stick trees,
Forest, convoy, dogs, shmon.