Текст песни Северо-Восток - В глубине материка

July day, so soon -
Black bread on the White Sea.
Time - vlёt, and we are
At the heart of the continent.

Full breath - the end of the tide.
Six o'clock. unhurriedly
Lunar shaft goes into the distance,
Stripping littoral.

Mother River, river, road,
From Shiver to the threshold
So it flows century
From the depths of the continent.

Boats in the hands, back in the boat.
From wire to wire,
At the water's edge gray mist
And the cold ocean.

Everything came together: the flow - force
The air is pure, the land is beautiful,
The path is rich, from the winter dream
Until the last islands.

Full circle and who would argue -
All the water returns to the sea.
Full circle, and we are
At the heart of the continent ...