Текст песни Дмитрий Ёлкин - Созвездие Гончих Псов

On the frozen ground, along the snowy slopes,
With a single purpose - the Klondike,
He raced for life on ice, across the Yukon
Savoring the dog barking.

And in the dark night the road gods
Over the ragged line of forests
They lit with fire for those on the road,
Constellation of the Hounds of the Dogs.

And death retreated like a black cat
Afraid to disturb the lynx,
A dog sled raced across the Yukon
With the short name "life".

And in the dark night the road gods
Over the ragged line of forests
They lit with fire for those on the road,
Constellation of the Hounds of the Dogs.

But life put aside the rifle and the oars,
And the wolf that has lost track
Retired into the world of a wicker chair
Under a checkered old plaid.

In the evening he told his grandchildren stories
About the youth of their fathers,
About how it burns in the blue sky of Alaska
Constellation of the Hounds of the Dogs.

In the wintertime he forced himself to believe
Taking a ticket to the past,
That will soon enter its quiet doors
Friends of reckless years.

That you just have to get angry at least once
Shake off the confused dream
And again for him will light up in the blue
Constellation of the Hounds of the Dogs.