My city, Vorkuta


Melt later reflections of the night,
Re-bloom blue skies.
It wakes up the city worker,
It opens big eyes.
Freezes in the cold northern tundra,
Here the earth is hard and steep.
I walk through the wind and the morning
According to your areas, Vorkuta.

Chorus:
Flowers, Vorkuta,
Light and proud!
Even in cold weather
gloomy winter
heart warmed
My native town!

He looks at the home space,
He is with me to work in a hurry.
Under the earth in the hands of a miner
Lamp bright as the sun burns.
I like the harsh tundra
And deep snow purity.
No matter how hard life was in me,
Do not forget you, Vorkuta!

Chorus. 1960