Lyrics
Misty mounds are sleeping still
Misty hills remain quiet and still
Burned by suns and cold winds
Weathered by both harsh sunlight and biting cold winds
Foggy nights are passing like
Nights covered in fog pass by
Caravans of haze
Describing the movement of fog as resembling caravans
Through the groves of crazy life
Amidst the chaotic and unpredictable nature of life
And across the greenest fields
Traveling across the most vibrant and lush fields
He's the young man just arrived
A young man has recently arrived
To the Donbass heath
To the open, uncultivated land of Donbass
Found himself in a coal mine
He discovers himself working in a coal mine
Many trusty friends he met
Encountering trustworthy companions
They forever changed his life
These encounters permanently alter his life
And it felt like home
Creating a sense of belonging and familiarity
Pretty girls had sung him songs
Young women serenade him with songs
Of the eastern spirit's strength
About the strength and essence of the eastern spirit
And he went to the underground
He descends into the underground mine
To the bottom shaft
To the deepest part of the mine shaft
Burning hot - his working shifts
His work shifts are intensely hot, resembling a battlefield
Seems like real battlefields
The conditions within the mine seem like real war zones
It forever changed his life
This experience permanently alters his life as well
And it felt so right
But it feels strangely appropriate and fitting
Burning hot - his working shifts
Reiteration of the intense heat during work shifts
Solid rock - his words and deeds
His actions and words become as solid and unyielding as rock
He's the man who’s simply proud
He takes pride in being a person of Donbass
That Donbass is his home.
Expressing the sense of belonging to Donbass as his home
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