Текст песни Борис Щеглов - Улетаю в полярную ночь

I fly away into the polar night
From winter near Moscow, swans
And nothing can help
If my spirit woke up a vagrant.

Oh, how songs are asked there,
Where I sang them in the wild,
Where the tundra is cold haze
Singing along, shamanistic and echoing.

But don't worry about nights
Nothing will happen to me
It's just a pity that life is not stronger
Than a big iron bird.

I fly away into the polar night
From winter near Moscow, swans
And nothing can help
If my spirit woke up a vagrant.