Текст песни Сергей Макаров - По тундре, по железной дороге

I sit behind bars,
I tear my eyes fog.
I am guilty before men,
Before God I am clean.
Before the icon I
And the exclusion zone,
And the tower looms
Ochumelov security officer.

Chorus:

On the tundra, by rail,
Where rushes Express
"Vorkuta - Leningrad".

We fled with thee
Verdant May,
When I put on the tundra
His spring attire.
We fled with thee,
Fearing pursuit,
To us overtook
Gun charge.

Rain dripped on us snout
And the barrel of a revolver.
Vohra surrounded us,
- Hands in a mountain! - Cry.
But they have miscalculated,
Setting punched.
Who looks at the life bravely,
Togo bullets spared.

We are now on the loose,
We went away from the chase,
We now do not overtake
Gun charge.
We are now on the loose,
They dream,
About which so much
They say in the camps.