Текст песни Виктор Гагин - Песня о западном кольце

Chorus: Oh, my tundra, well-worn,
        Oh, my tundra, sad ...

Night and night the wind sings a careful song.
Morning will push in a cycle
In the shaking road.
Is heard
In above the road there is no wind howling:
Tears up the mountain sobbing,
Route roundabout.

Chorus: Oh, my tundra, poor frostbitten,
        Oh my tundra, my sadness ...

The blizzard is cut, it is wet with a shower,
I didn’t sneeze
Now on the rise, then downhill:
The old one is out of breath.
Is spinning
He's cursed in a ring -
And restless
There is no end.

Chorus: Oh, my tundra, well-worn,
        Oh my tundra, my sadness ...

Piles stick out in place of the zones,
Moss covered
And without names the crosses are silent
And roll to one side.
Don't look
In the windows covered with ice:
Inhumans swarm - drives a convoy
Camp system ...

Chorus: Oh my tundra, frozen forever,
        Oh my tundra, my sadness ...

This is a aimless ring
It circles me in itself
Sung by a chain ring shackled
Waste fate.
In white ice
Goes cold bottomless hole
A vicious circle, an evil loop
"West" is a ring.

Chorus: Sing, my tundra, poor frostbitten,
        Sing, my tundra, my sorrow.
        Sing, my tundra, well-groomed,
        Sing, my tundra, my sorrow ...