Текст песни Неизвестен - Гимн Каменска-Уральского

On the ground, the Ural labor,
By decree of the king's born,
Kamensk-betrothed
He grew up a city, my native city, native.

There was a factory built
And the glory of Russian mining,
Guns and mortar molding,
He is gaining strength day by day.

The courtyard seating, vaults domes -
Longtime years witnesses and judges -
Remember all - and holidays, and weekdays,
And the work of the old masters.

The noise of the dam and flooding,
Orthodox temple bell tower -
Here soul cozy and quiet,
Here, everyone is talented!

The song I sing the glory of the city:
Prosperous, powerful and free,
And keep its appearance noble,
My city, I love you so much!