My Naryan-Mar


The Dawns redden the sky, blazing away,
if the sun on the horns of the deer brought.

Chorus:
Naryan-Mar, my Naryan-Mar,
The town is not big and not small.
At the river Pechora
It is home to reindeer herders and fishermen go fishing.

These songs shepherds
The calls, then quiet.
You listen, listen,
As sung by the shepherds.

Chorus.

Nowhere upryachete girl-storm
Reindeer I'll take it!

Chorus. 1970