Vorkuta a childhood city

Vorkuta a childhood city.

Vladimir Gerun


Vorkuta you my city and the childhood:
Dusty barracks on a ring,
Anywhere from it not to get to,
You stand as island on a wind.
Anywhere from it not to get to,
You stand as island on a wind.

Was GULAG and mines here on a circle,
Zones and continuous camp,
But you I will open as to the friend,
In another way to live it was impossible.
But you I will open as to the friend,
In another way to live it was impossible.

You now free capital
Mines and all vicinities now;
To foreigners now it is not slept,
All knock on opened door.
To foreigners now it is not slept,
All knock on opened door.

Go all with visits to us on a visit
Those films to remove about Vorkuta:
Germans, here Dutches have arrived
And Americans here already.
Germans, here Dutches have arrived
And Americans here already.

It is interesting to all of them as suffers,
As there live Russian our people,
Vorkuta lives, does not die
And while there is a coal will not die!
Vorkuta lives, does not die
And while there is a coal will not die!