2 SAW MILL - THIS IS THE NORTH , BROTHER

My ancient city. It's cold here for nine months. The city is dusted with snow. Arkhangelsk is left to its own devices. Every day feels like a test. The mayor has organized a competition for everyone's endurance.

This is the north, bro. Put on some warm pants. A hat and a down jacket. A cigarette in your teeth, a sprightly gait.

This is the north, bro. Put on some warm pants. A hat and a down jacket. A cigarette in your teeth, a sprightly gait.

This is the north, bro. Put on some warm pants. A hat and a down jacket. A cigarette in your teeth, a sprightly gait.

This is the north, my friend, don't freeze your face off. This winter is so fucking annoying. Concrete streets, gray houses. I wander among them, back and forth. Made a noise, caused a fuss. Young people in the neighborhood, measuring their pride. The empty ringing of the cold city. I should call, but my phone's dead.

This is the north, bro. Put on some warm pants. A hat and a down jacket. A cigarette in your teeth, a sprightly gait.

This is the north, bro. Put on some warm pants. A hat and a down jacket. A cigarette in your teeth, a sprightly gait.

This is the north, bro. Put on some warm pants. A hat and a down jacket. A cigarette in your teeth, a sprightly gait.