Текст песни Трофим - Бодайбо

In the mountains Bodaibo among wildlife,
Where the snow caps are at the peaks of the vertices,
Students boldly storming the breed,
And this work is worthy of men.

In winter in 40 and in summer under 40,
Let the iron ripe and the steel crumble,
We again and again bite in the mountains,
For gold in the bowels of iron is not sorry.

Chorus:

To the view "Highest"
The road, like a mirage, is lost away.
You send more often
I am a news from a big land.

Here are the fate of people like Taiga River,
But those who have already passed the launcher,
Sins in front of God may be forever
And together with the breed, throw in the dump.

Chorus.

Here are tons per grams,
And grams on the sample
On watch, on weekdays and without days off
We are my Siberian Gold to
The country has not forgotten about the days of gold.

Chorus.

You send more often
I am a news from a big land ...