Elmet is my gas, my past, From year to year we grow. I am a black gold-digger and my people. My republic is glorified.
Almetyevsk native, proud of you, Large oil and gold breads. Our city of dreams, our hopes, Flowers our edge you oil.
Our dream is a holy, peaceful, beautiful life, Let's try our best. Putting a needle in your hand and stealing it again, May there be peace in our country.