歌词
Reality leaves for the foreign shores
A farewell flight of cranes
Hungry mist covers the eyes
Of the grey and lonely steppes
There are no limits here, only the vast of freedom
Taking away the doubt from the heart
Drunken ocean, hills and mountains
No one but ourselves can help us
The winds burn our tired faces
I silently move towards my destiny
Let the northern land once come to me in dreams
Where man lives in an endless struggle
Dark trails of paths unknown
Call us like sirens' voices
Nothing shall stop us: neither the sore feet
Nor the burden of cold so fierce
We were sticking in swamps, drowning in snow
We fell, but we got up, and again
Our character of steel gave us strength
Our cold mind and hot blood
The winds burn our tired faces
I silently move towards my destiny
Let the northern land once come to me in dreams
Where man lives in an endless struggle