Текст песни Арик Крупп - Апатит твою Хибины мать

There are many mountains in the tundra,
What cling to the clouds.
On the plateau Rassvumchorr
We are mist and winds torment.
Apatite on the plateau,
It needs to be mined.
Appatit, your Khibiny mother!

Rasvumchorr is very cool,
Inaccessible cliffs.
Stones down our name is
But we are still alive.
If the plateau falls,
That bones do not really collect,
Appatit, your Khibiny, mother!

Summer is so far -
Nine hundred kilometers.
And we have a plateau
North winds are blowing.
About this weather
I feel like saying:
& quot; Apatite, your weather mother! & quot;

Tundra is the same Caucasus.
Only here is a bit colder
Only the sun shines with us
A little weaker.
Yes, even in the Khibiny
You can not sunbathe,
Apatite yours, mother tan!

We have no cigarettes,
We smoke & quot; Baikal & quot; smelly.
There is no sun
There is only rain and clouds.
This life in the Khibiny
It's time to stop.
Appatit, your Khibiny mother!

But having gone home,
So that not all was forgotten,
We will take with us
A piece of appatite.
To remember the Khibiny,
With a smile he could say:
& quot; Apatite, your Khibiny mother! & quot;