Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Я иду на ледоколе

I go on the icebreaker
The icebreaker goes on the ice.
Then, working, field rolled,
Then ice ridge.
That is a sip
Shouting, complaining of fog,
It calls meteor
Murmansk city, that is, Murmansk.

And what a prog
We did not have b in ice,
Know our position
All the surrounding courts,
Even satellite from the sky celite,
In objectives we take
Looks like for peaceful purposes
We are rolling strong ice.

And some submariner,
With barenbards, brunette,
Our route in the ice spends,
Bulking on the tablet,
At the flooring guitar
And missiles big stock
And purrab like kitty
Gyrocompass, i.e. compass.

But none of them sees
In the wonderful technique,
What drunk like ovid
I stand on the deck
What is the forecast of refuting
Storms fun tube
What is sad, dear,
Live in the world without you.