Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Полярное кольцо

Again, come weather
Through the polar ring.
And cry steamers
From memory your face.
And far from happy at the edge
Country colors, earth people.
And the ice leaving the Gulf
A squadron of white swans.
And listening to the radio operator unchallenged
And someone crying, and someone laughing.
Throughout the night circling over the antenna
The last rain and the first snow.
And there's you, and thank God,
What is one going without sleep,
What is this terrible road
You're not meant to be.
Minuy you all this undead
Whether all the sadness is not yours,
I come to you all my affection
Radiogram PFI.
And in the hour of midnight and strange
Do not hide from the stars in the darkness of the face,
Look - the ring on her finger
Polar Lights ring.
1968