Well, what do you say about Sakhalin


Well, what do you say about Sakhalin?
On the island of normal weather.
Surf my vest prosolil
And I live near the sunrise.


A mail with transfers from the mainland flies
To the farthest harbor Union
Where I throw stones with steep Berezhko
Far La Perouse Strait.

Over Sakhalin low clouds
And I live over the hills early in the morning,
I show sun fishermen
And I send it to you on Yakimanka.

Chorus.

In the land where arguing waves and wind,
Live laconic men
And the island as if seiner,
In return Russia with Putin.

Chorus.

Well, what do you say about Sakhalin?
On the island of normal weather.
Surf my vest prosolil
And I live near the sunrise.