Текст песни В. Быкович, В. Котляренко - Дорогая моя Воркута

In the endless expanses of fields
Among the tundra, swamps and stones.
In the polar cold night
Like an alarm, your heart is beating.
This alarm wakes up the past,
Taking those years back
And with a soul that grows cold again
You feel suffering and blood.

Chorus:
Vorkuta, Vorkuta -
A city with a difficult, harsh fate.
Forever Vorkuta!
We are married to life with you.
You fly through the years
Forgetting about comfort and peace.
And the miners go into the mine, as if into battle,
For you, for you, my city.

Melted both ice and snow,
Overcame the dashing years
I dug up the polar firmament
Defeated the walking death.
Only the climate did not become warmer,
Metal breaks from frost here.
But stronger than any bad weather
Your simple hard-working people.

Chorus.

How beautiful is your evening dress
It warms the soul and pleases the look.
The alleys have night lights
Wake up faith in happy days.
You live is the main answer
To those who want to say no to you.
So walk stubbornly into the summer
My dear Vorkuta.

Losing

Chorus:
So live, Vorkuta
In the sonorous songs of the greatness of labor.
Be as soul as before, always young
My dear Vorkuta.