Текст песни Олег Митяев - За полярным кругом

The Arctic Circle Snow -
White-white,
And over the tundra storm the mosque.
The air smells of the sea froze
Fish and serious matter,
And icebreakers at the shipyards are treated.

Far beyond the Arctic Circle
Rush sled
And the lake, like crystal, all to the bottom.
There cloudberries as carpets,
Spreads Icy stone
And of course - between us - cold.

For the cry of the Arctic Circle
White seagulls
Painted in different colors at home in Murmansk.
Herons cranes do not miss,
Ships in the harbor are met
And with cormorants playing in the sand.

The Arctic Circle Death
In the forty-first
Spilling blood on the snow clover.
Not at all ranks and medals
People have become harder stone,
Do not give, do not betray the North.

The Arctic Circle Snow -
White-white,
And over the tundra storm the mosque.
The air smells of the sea froze
Fish and serious matter,
And icebreakers at the shipyards are treated.