Текст песни Игорь Тимашев - Песня про тундру

In regions where the roads go through the mountains,
I remember many puskavshihsyaya off.
If you collect and threw a backpack,
So you're with someone you can not give up in any way.

What's holding you back, and that you're sorry,
Or lurking in the heart of grief,
We can see you now heavy backpack,
Another concern is evident in the life of you find it.

Somewhere on the other trails wander,
Favorite songs sung in tents,
Songs about the tundra, shrub and moss,
Songs about those who got wet and chilled.

Then he departed and dust roads
Time brings the final result,
Memory beckon forests and fields,
But for me, the earth suddenly became motionless.