Текст песни Евгений Кибкало - Моя Воркута

My Vorkuta

Music by A. Pakhmutova
Words by V. Kuznetsov

The late reflections of the night melt away
The blue skies are blooming again.
The worker city wakes up
Opens big eyes.
The tundra is getting cold in the northern cold,
Here the winter is hard and severe.
I walk through the wind and morning
In your squares, Vorkuta.

My, Vorkuta,
Light and proud!
Even in frost
Gloomy winter
Warmed by the heart
My hometown!

I look at my native space,
My city is in a hurry to work.
Under the ground in the hands of a miner
I see a lamp like the sun, burning.
I like the harsh tundra
And deep snows purity.
No matter how difficult it is in life,
I won't forget you, Vorkuta!

My, Vorkuta,
Light and proud!
Even in the cold
Gloomy winter
Warmed by the heart
My hometown!