Текст песни Арик Крупп - Апатит твою Хибины мать

There are many mountains in the tundra
What cling to clouds.
On the plateau snealkorr
We are fog and winds torture.
On plateau apatite,
It needs to be mined.
Appatitis, your hibiny mother!

The svereator is very cool,
Inaccessible cliffs.
Stones down our name
But still we are alive.
If you fall from the plateau,
Then the bones do not collect
Appatit, your hibiny, mother!

Summer so far -
Nine hundred kilometers.
And we have a plateau
Northern winds blow.
About such weather
So I want to say:
"Apatit, your mother's weather!"

Tundra is the same Caucasus.
Only here is a little colder
Only the sun is shining
A little weaker.
Yes, on hibin
It is impossible to sunbathe
Apatite yours, tan mother!

We have no cigarettes,
Smoke we "Baikal" smelly.
Not long ago
There is only rain and clouds.
This life in hibin
It's time to cum.
Appatitis, your hibiny mother!

But having left home
So as not everything was forgotten
We capture with you
On a piece of Appatitis.
To remember Hibin
With a smile could say:
"Apatite, your hibiny mother!"