Спят курганы тёмные [Spyat kurgany tyomnye] [English translation]

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