LEP-500


A gray wire from the frost ...
LEP-500 - not a simple line,
And we are conducting it with the guys
On deaf taiga wilds.

At night in the village of mowing
Runaround birch with pines,
And with a bitter grin Men
To them we look.

Through the misty dawns taiga
Pull to the people we clean the sun,
And dawns rise above the supports
Chilly under my hand.

Turning the switch in the room,
You think about our cabin!
... If the yellow eye of tungsten
I could smell the taiga!

No bride guys desperate,
Only the song sometimes meet them.
Blue wires fingers
We, the girls, are drawn to you ...

... And in the taiga blue horizons,
LEP-500 - not a simple line ...
But let the one who has not been in LEPii,
Envies us! 1960