I love this city worker


Over the edge of the Arctic Circle,
Where the lights shine Murmansk
And from the sea came a blizzard
Knocking at every door.

Guys, our region is not particularly beautiful ...
Drifting snow steaming earth ...
But this is also a native Russian,
Favorite childhood earth.

I love this city worker
Where maple spreads ringing.
And the long polar night
I skazachno it seems.

The guys here do not favor friendship immediately,
But every comrade pleased.
Here lyudyat not believe in the beautiful phrase,
And the truth in the face speak.

At the pier whistles sounded,
And the guys in the sea to go.
From old salty berths
Go hiking seiner.

Guys, good-bye, good luck!
Come home soon!
Our city worker, our city fisherman
It is waiting for you from distant seas.

Over the edge of the Arctic Circle,
Where the lights shine Murmansk
And from the sea came a blizzard
Knocking at every door.

Guys, our region is not particularly beautiful ...
Drifting snow steaming earth ...
But this is also a native Russian,
Favorite childhood earth. 1960