Текст песни Юрий Никулин - По тундре, по железной дороге

It was in the spring,
Verdant May,
When Tundra clothe
His green outfit.
We fled with thee,
From the curse of the chase,
From the curse of the chase,
Loud cries of "Back!"

Chorus:

The tundra, by rail,
Where the train rushes
"Vorkuta - Leningrad."
We ran with you
From the curse of the chase,
To overtook us
Gun discharge.

The rain dripped on the snout
And the barrel of a revolver.
Vohra we were surrounded,
- Put your hands up! - They say.
But they were wrong,
Setting punched.
Who is looking directly at the death,
In order not to take the bullet.

I'm sitting in solitary confinement
And spit in potolochek.
I am guilty before men,
Before God I am clean.
Before me Icon
And the exclusion zone,
And looming on the rig
Bored security officer.

We are now on the loose,
Dreamed about,
About which so much
In the camps say.
Before us is disclosed
Vast distances.
We now do not overtake
Gun discharge.