The dark heaps sleep
Scorched by the sun
And the hazes are white
They go hand in hand
Through the groves bustling
And the fields of green
He went to the Donetsk steppe
That young man
There at the coal mine
This fellow was welcomed
A hand of friendship was given -
United with them
The girls are good-looking
With tranquil tune they met
And to the coalface they went
That young man
The girls are good-looking
With tranquil tune they met
And to the coalface they went
That young man
Those days of hard labor
So similar to battles,
In a man's life it is done so
Those twisting turns
It's hard labor
For good things
He went to the Donetsk steppe
That young man
It's hard labor
For good things
He went to the Donetsk steppe
That young man