Текст песни В.Бычков - Пять углов

And the plane flies up again into heaven
Familiar my route - flying for two hours,
And at the bottom of the northern landscape will not repeat,
Why did he become so necessary to me?

I gave myself a vow, that throw all to hell,
And he said: "Good-bye!" - Has repeatedly seas
But associated with you, it seems, forever
Otherwise, why I'm flying back here?

Murmansk - the smell of the sea and spirits!
Murmansk - "three steps" Five Corners!
Murmansk - it is impossible to forget you,
Murmansk - it is my youth.

We meet Murmashi without fuss,
And after half an hour I meet you.
At seven in the morning departure, so a hard day,
We're going to rest today in "parallel".

Again my corvette bypass half the world,
And I'll come back here - half a year has passed.
Are you a farewell me luck covet.
I'll be in February - meet me, meet!

- Murmansk Region raging winds!
Murmansk - the glorious city of sailors!
Murmansk - steamers and friends!
Murmansk - it is my youth!