Текст песни С. Пожлаков - Ребята семидесятой широты

Music: Stanislav Pozhlakov,
verses Leonid Luchkin

White night running deer
And many blue solid ice.
And on the tenth parallel
At this time, blooming gardens.

And we are not afraid of any shaft of the ninth,
Neither cold permafrost -
After all, we are the guys, because we guys
Seventieth latitude.

If it is necessary - so necessary
So, here are the gardens.
Let the blizzard raging nearby.
It will be necessary - melt the ice.

And we are not afraid of any shaft of the ninth,
Neither cold permafrost -
After all, we are the guys, because we guys
Seventieth latitude.

Let the cold and let the alarm
Let stand steep drifts,
We pave the path of the road
According to the laws of their dreams.

And we are not afraid of any shaft ninth,
Neither cold permafrost -
After all, we are the guys, because we guys
Seventieth latitude.

And we are not afraid of any shaft ninth,
Neither cold permafrost -
After all, we are the guys, because we guys
Seventieth latitude.

After all, we are the guys, because we guys
Seventieth latitude.
Seventieth latitude.
Seventieth latitude.