Текст песни Михаил Гулько - По тундре, по железной дороге...

How will you meet me, my dear? When I'm in front of people in sight
Because of the walls of the security camp
Am I going to survive?

Cup. 1:
He fled from Magadan
I heard a gunshot.
Someone fell dead
And the commandant shouted

Etc.:
On the tundra, on a wide road,
Where is the fast rushing
"Vorkuta - Leningrad."
We ran with you
Fearing the chase
Fearing anxiety
Angry barking of dogs.

Cup. 2:
We ran with you
Greening May
When the tundra dressed
Your spring outfit.
We got away from the chase
We won’t catch up now
We won’t catch up now
Revolving charge.
Etc.:
On the tundra, on the steel highway,
Where is the courier rushing
"Vorkuta - Leningrad."
And we fled with you
We are now free.
About which there is so much
In the camps they say.

Cup 3:
Rain dripped on the snout
And on the barrel of a gun.
The Vohra surrounded us:
- Hands up the hill! - shout,
But they miscalculated
The environment is broken -
Now we will not catch up
Carbine charge.

On the tundra .. On a wide road ..

Cup 4:
And this dark night
I am sitting alone.
And I am condemned by law
And before the conscience is clean.
Before me like an icon
The entire restricted area
And the tower is still the same
Bored Chekist.

Etc.:
On the tundra, on a wide road,
Where is the fast rushing
"Vorkuta - Leningrad."
And we fled with you
We are free now.
About which there is so much
In the USSR they say.