Song: Taiga Circle

All the swamp thicket, Yes, Yes, cloudberries around...
But in life it often for a bummer - bummer.
Me life played, but threw away.
Not jail broken - broken sorrow.

I'm logging hundreds of drinking blunted
And in the whisper of the chains at night cifial,
At the trough is not grazed, like a Jackal,
I found out where the route, and one day fled.
I go back there... Ah, but it seems not so!
Hear back on the trail of barking dogs.
- Glad to see you, chief! It is a pity that the meeting is not in the suit...
So to the hut was modcall: - "Who's temporary? Get off!"