a. coy – ember

Author: a. coy
Name: ember

Song Lyrics

I couplet:
Take landmark Kuzbass,
They face off the mountain depths.
I do not need a miner special order,
Shakhtar the only hope.

There blown depth steel heart
There the sky - not the sky, the earth - not the land.
Lose and wait, again to the surface
Raise production will raise themselves.

Chorus:
And at the top is the native land,
And on the ground the house and dear friends.
And it warms the lovely threshold
... Oo-oo-oo-ho-lёk.

A top singing and beckoning spring,
and not sleep miner again until morning.
And let love brings to the house on the threshold
... Oo-oo-oo-ho-lёk.

Verse II:
Take landmark tonnage.
Harvesters cut down gold,
The more coal, the more stable the courage,
Get the first black gold.

And may accuse us of excess ruble,
In our holy faith is embedded.
the sun's energy to produce one succeeds,
He knows what it's done.

Chorus:
A noise upstairs forests and fields,
And fluff dropping to the pavement poplar,
And light the way home for an hour
... Oo-oo-oo-ho-lёk.

A native upstairs waiting at the window,
And beautiful eye will close until the morning.
And in the cradle sweet thy son sleeps
... Oo-oo-oo-ho-lёk.

III verse:
Take a landmark of its own,
Here there is no random passers-by,
Miner's conscience, miner's honor
Grandfathers kept desperately.

More than once, we buried our friends,
there tears on the helmets, there is the pain of mothers.
Losing and expect that again to the surface
raise production, to the memory core.

A walk at the top of the winds in the steppe,
and capercaillie nest platted in the river,
and at my icon is lit light
... Oo-oo-oo-ho-lёk.
A top covered our tables
for those who gave their lives for the country,
and we put their last rations
... Oo-oo-oo-ho-lёk.

Take a landmark for the country,
we her bare nerves.
The miners in the Kuzbass iron ranks
They come and go up first.
To the glory of Russia give us coal,
We remember you our audacity.
We fasten and white walls of the Kremlin
reliability and loyalty.

And at the top is the native land,
and upon the earth dear home and friends.
And it warms the lovely threshold
... Oo-oo-oo-ho-lёk.
A noise upstairs forests and fields,
and down on the pavement dropping poplar,
and illuminates the way home for an hour
... Oo-oo-oo-ho-lёk.
A native upstairs waiting at the window,
and the eye is not perfect will close until the morning.
And in the cradle sweet thy son sleeps
... Oo-oo-oo-ho-lёk.

A walk at the top of the winds in the steppe,
and capercaillie nest platted in the river,
and at my icon is lit light
... For at-at-first-lёk.
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