Текст песни 11человек - Полюса

not to sleep until three ,
I fell asleep on my lap ,
after much blizzards in February .

you remember about the poles :
if you are north,
then you can be sure that the south .

my fabulous mother ,
my joy , my reservations in this world.
my inside is not mine,
my bitterness, my pain .
I do not know what to say , my dear .