I am Pomor

And we’ll find the might of days of old
Of the endless days and the endless nights
I was born in the land that I adore
In the Russian North, I am Pomor
Inclement climate and rigorous winter
The water that’s ice and the wind that is bitter
They made us so strong and assiduous, great
Who wasn’t at sea never really prayed.


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The steel of Russian land
The sea is our lea
We’re proud of what we have
And we always will be.
Fortune favours the brave
The Sea, the supreme Judge
Can take away or save
But never tells too much

Fur and feather, walrus tusk
We work, we hunt, we fish till dusk
The sailing directions are icons for us
We call them “prayers” and find our pass
Grumant’s the land that we will never leave
Memorial crosses – the sign of belief
We see their shadows as we cross the sea
The ancestors’ power – I feel it in me

One day I believe we’ll return to the North
And Grumant will see the koch of Pomors
And we will lay flowers on the ancestor’s grave
Courageous seafarer, glory to the brave
For always we’ll stand up for what we are
We’d like to receive those who are living far
But those who desire one day to make war
For sure ‘ll remember Ivan the Pomor

From Scandinavia, Europe for trade
Come as before with the choice you made
The Russia’ll take heart and will make a gold
I was born in the land of northern lights