Vorkuta, Vorkuta you mine...

Vorkuta, Vorkuta you mine...

Vladimir Gerun

Vorkuta, Vorkuta you washing,
I remember grey your sky,
Echelon and platform, camp,
And colourless our habitation.
Echelon and platform, camp,
And colourless our habitation.

Here we built mines,
About, Russia, fine mother!
Houses were sung in the spring by nightingales,
We had to die in a frozen ground.
Houses were sung in the spring by nightingales,
We had to die in a frozen ground.

Take away me an echelon,
Take away me you home,
Also I will remember this car,
On freedom that you carried native.
Also I will remember this car,
On freedom that you carried native.

Houses the old woman only will meet mother,
The expensive does not wait for a long time,
I had to die for it,
Has exchanged me for dung.
I had to die for it,
Has exchanged me for dung.

Vorkuta, Vorkuta you washing,
I remember grey your sky,
Echelon and platform, camp,
And colourless our habitation.
Echelon and platform, camp,
And colourless our habitation.

Vorkuta, Vorkuta you washing,
I remember grey your sky,
Here half-lives all has passed to no purpose,
And in the homeland, a pancake - not habitation.
Here half-lives all has passed to no purpose,
And in the homeland, a pancake - not habitation.