The meaning of the lyrics of the song ""Miners' Hymn" isn't a universal term for a song. To translate it accurately, I need more context. Please tell me: What country is the hymn from? This is crucial, as miners' anthems vary greatly by regi" (Gimn schahterov) the performer of the song "Vladimir Vysotsky"

No cosmos - meters of soil above me,

And in the mine, no festive processions,

But we also possess an unearthly,

And the most earthly of professions.

Each of us - well, aren't we sorcerers?

From the abyss we hurl coal upwards.

We'll take the fuel from the devils -

They'll have nothing to fire their boilers with!

Blasted,

loaded,

mined,

Black,

reliable

gold.

Yes, we ourselves, like devils, are in dust.

But our train won't leave empty.

We tear at the belly of Mother Earth,

But on the ground, it's warmer and more secure.

Here are the trolleys, bringing joy to the soul,

Rushing by, as in a film about chases.

And the joke "Give the country coal!"

We feel in our own hands.

Blasted,

loaded,

mined,

Black,

reliable

gold.

Yes, we sometimes find ourselves in great profit,

But we dig deeper: hunger is insatiable.

Sometimes to delve into our own souls

We forget, digging in anthracite.

Funnel-scarred fields,

Don't forget and look back in anger,

But forgive us, blessed Earth,

For digging in your womb.

Blasted,

loaded,

mined,

Black,

reliable

gold.

Gnawing into the depths of centuries, even for a turn

(Now an explosion, now a clang - such a racket!), -

Here a skull was cracked by a jackhammer,

Touching the cortex of a large hemisphere.

Don't be afraid to get lost in the darkness

And choke on the dust - you're not alone!

Forward and down! We'll be on guard -

We dug these labyrinths ourselves!

Blasted,

loaded,

mined,

Black,

reliable

gold.

Не космос - метры грунта надо мной,

И в шахте не до праздничных процессий,

Но мы владеем тоже внеземной -

И самою земною из профессий.

Любой из нас - ну, чем не чародей?

Из преисподней наверх уголь мечем.

Мы топливо отнимем у чертей -

Свои котлы топить им будет нечем!

Взорвано,

уложено,

сколото

Черное

надежное

золото.

Да, сами мы, как дьяволы, в пыли.

Зато наш поезд не уйдет порожний.

Терзаем чрево матушки-Земли,

Но на земле теплее и надежней.

Вот вагонетки, душу веселя,

Проносятся, как в фильме о погонях.

И шуточку "Даешь стране угля!"

Мы чувствуем на собственных ладонях.

Взорвано,

уложено,

сколото

Черное

надежное

золото.

Да, мы бываем в крупном барыше,

Но роем глубже: голод - ненасытен.

Порой копаться в собственной душе

Мы забываем, роясь в антраците.

Воронками изрытые поля

Не позабудь и оглянись во гневе,

Но нас, благословенная Земля,

Прости за то, что роемся во чреве.

Взорвано,

уложено,

сколото

Черное

надежное

золото.

Вгрызаясь в глубь веков хоть на виток

(То взрыв, то лязг - такое безгитарье!), -

Вот череп вскрыл отбойный молоток,

Задев кору большого полушарья.

Не бойся заблудиться в темноте

И захлебнуться пылью - не один ты!

Вперед и вниз! Мы будем на щите -

Мы сами рыли эти лабиринты!

Взорвано,

уложено,

сколото

Черное

надежное

золото.

In his song "Hymn of the Miners," Vladimir Vysotsky conveys the challenging labor and profound meaning behind the profession of a miner. On one hand, he honestly describes the harsh working conditions: "Not space - meters of soil above me, and in the mine there's no time for festive processions." Miners toil in the "underworld," extracting "black reliable gold" – coal – from the earth's depths, providing essential heat and energy.

However, Vysotsky goes beyond mere description. He imbues the miners' work with an almost mystical aura. They are "sorcerers" who "will take the fuel from the devils." This hyperbole reveals a sense of pride in their profession, in their ability to extract riches from the earth itself. The miners are likened to ancient mythological heroes who descend into the underworld.

At the same time, Vysotsky doesn't shy away from showing the other side of the coin. He speaks of the risks miners face, the "fields dug with craters," and how "sometimes we forget to delve into our own souls, digging in anthracite." However, even acknowledging these costs, the author emphasizes the importance and irreplaceability of the miner's work: "Yes, we ourselves are like devils, covered in dust. But our train will not leave empty."

In the final verses of the song, a motif of knowledge emerges. The miners are compared to pioneers who, "gnawing into the depths of centuries," use a jackhammer to "crack open the skull," "touching the cortex of a large hemisphere." Here, coal symbolizes not only fuel but also hidden knowledge, accessible only to those willing to descend into the "labyrinths" of the earth's depths.