Текст песни Филигон Кендер - Оленеводы

Reindeer breeders of the Far North
Getting ready to go
They are tired of the permafrost.
Into the wild jungle of sultry latitudes
They dreamed to step:
Anything that didn't work out here will be found there.

They walked for a long time in the cloudy tundra,
There was no end to her -
Reindeer breeders of the Far North,
Reindeer breeders of the Far North ...

Aborigines of the Southern Tropic
Seen in a dream
White land of ancient knowledge
Where in the vast expanses
The snow is quietly sparkling
In the glow of the northern lights.

They beat on tom-toms and left
To the distant deer land
Aborigines of the Southern Tropics.

Somewhere near Yaroslavl
There is a mound in the middle of the valley,
Folded by secret peoples.
There are miracles, there are devil wandering,
And met there
Aborigines with reindeer herders.

There they drank and mourned
Many nights and days
There they yearned for their homeland.
Reindeer breeders of the Far North,
Aborigines of the Southern Tropic,
Wild West Conquistadors
And cosmonauts of deep space -
They all yearned for their homeland,
They all yearned for their homeland.
Specialists of a narrow profile,
All-wheel drive station wagons,
They all yearned for their homeland.
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