Текст песни Лукойл - Песня о нефтяниках

- Who knew then years in the 80s,
When we chose the institute,
That school will take the certificates there,
And instead of them, a ticket to life will be given.

We walked in life without fanfare,
Perm passed, and Naryan-Mar.
Burned torches in the tap,
Does not go out in our memory of their heat!

- Among the expanses of Western Siberia
We laid new ways.
Drill's exploration wells,
So that the oil deposits find.

Let the rise sometimes were cool,
There was only a joy of this work.
We firmly believed - for us
Other generations will go.

- Sometimes we squeezed our teeth to pain.
There was every new day as a new battle.
So that the oil on pipes went without interruptions,
We "in the field" were in summer and winter.

In life, a route is built:
Usinsk, Moscow or Surgut.
The fate of oil workers is
We ourselves chose this fate!

- a lot of roads passed on life,
We do not forget these highways.
But if we all start first,
We wanted to repeat it all!

Large in life passed the way
And the years past do not return.
But somewhere there behind the horizon
Now the roads are waiting for us!