Текст песни Северо-Восток - В глубине материка

July Day, then soon -
Black bread on the White Sea.
Time - is, and we are still
In the depths of the mainland.

Full breath - the end of the tide.
Six o'clock. Unhurriedly
The moon shaft leaves into the distance,
Exposing the littoral.

Mother river, river-road,
From shiver to threshold
So it flows the century
From the depths of the mainland.

Boats in hand, again in boats.
From wiring to wiring,
In the edge of the water gray fog
And the cold ocean.

Everything came together: in the stream -
The air is pure, the earth is beautiful,
The road is rich, from winter dreams
To the last islands.

Full circle and who would argue -
All the water will return to the sea.
Full circle, while we are
In the depths of the continent ...