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30 lines
633 B
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My city, Vorkuta
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Melt later reflections of the night,
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Re-bloom blue skies.
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It wakes up the city worker,
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It opens big eyes.
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Freezes in the cold northern tundra,
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Here the earth is hard and steep.
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I walk through the wind and the morning
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According to your areas, Vorkuta.
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Chorus:
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Flowers, Vorkuta,
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Light and proud!
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Even in cold weather
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gloomy winter
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heart warmed
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My native town!
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He looks at the home space,
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He is with me to work in a hurry.
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Under the earth in the hands of a miner
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Lamp bright as the sun burns.
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I like the harsh tundra
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And deep snow purity.
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No matter how hard life was in me,
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Do not forget you, Vorkuta!
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Chorus. 1960 |