In honor of metallurgists do not give a salute.
They salute every day living,
When casting steel poured into the flask,
Metal to create our lives.
Work your and dangerous, and difficult —
Amid the scorching heat, steam, roar it.
Proud metallurgists country
And he pays homage in full.
Breathe blast furnace heat of hell.
open-hearth furnaces, and clicked his high.
No late picking campaign steelworkers —
State needs a metal.
Job of work, well, quite frankly,
not an easy task.
What's wrong with that?
Asa famous in each,
and everywhere need skill.
Steelmakers, bow low to you
for hot core labor
coupled with the risk of feeling,
but loved forever.
Tribe steelworkers,
on the ground in the old —
not find a profession more difficult,
on the back a little
manage as gods,
capacity open-hearth furnaces.
Suppose you do not leave
everything grows
of hope and honest work, —
It honors the people of Russia,
like expensive,
nezakatnaya shining star.
Metallurgist's Day! -
Your Holiday! -
Do you sing, write poetry, I:
Metal and black, and color —
Your powerful element!
Slag and ore — mill,
The fire and smoke — rails, pipes …
Delight human to you is not weak:
Greetings send, kiss on the lips.
Want him to a hundred years, you could
For the benefit of the motherland to work,
So as not to shut down the smoke and smog
House and favorite person !!!
D'Artagnan is not without Bolivar,
Richelieu Do not, do not… Edinburgh
But you — a great steelmaker,
And if the cooler — a metallurgist!
You do not dream of flying in the distance,
For labor reward — a hot pot:
You just people varish steel,
As the hostess il soup compote.
You let this holiday God
It will give something like a lifetime,
And to all this could mh,
Besides — not a bit sweaty!
To the body and the soul dawn Alella,
I had you home and family. And — not sick !!!
Metallurgist's Day! -
Your Holiday! -
Do you sing, write poetry, I:
Metal and black, and color —
Your powerful element!
Slag and ore — mill,
The fire and smoke — rails, pipes …
Delight human to you is not weak:
Greetings send, kiss on the lips.
Want him to a hundred years, you could
For the benefit of the motherland to work,
So as not to shut down the smoke and smog
House and favorite person !!!
D'Artagnan is not without Bolivar,
Richelieu Do not, do not… Edinburgh
But you — a great steelmaker,
And if the cooler — a metallurgist!
You do not dream of flying in the distance,
For labor reward — a hot pot:
You just people varish steel,
As the hostess il soup compote.
You let this holiday God
It will give something like a lifetime,
And to all this could mh,
Besides — not a bit sweaty!
To the body and the soul dawn Alella,
I had you home and family. And — not sick !!!