Verse 1

Tatarin met a curly-haired Komi girl,

And winter turned to spring inside his heart.

They made a home beneath the northern sky,

Three children learned to laugh before they learned to part.

Chorus

Our love goes on, through every year,

Through frozen roads and family cheer.

Tatarin, hold my hand again,

Our love has roots no frost can bend.

Verse 2

Galiia, Ruslan, Ravil—three bright names,

Two sons among them, growing strong and tall.

Then years rolled by, and two granddaughters came,

Three grandsons filled the rooms with games and calls.

Chorus

Our love goes on, through every year,