The meaning of the lyrics of the song "The hour has struck, the long-awaited silver hour." (Probil chas, dolgojdannyiy serebryanyiy chas) the performer of the song "Vladimir Vysotsky"

This day will be the first, always and everywhere -

The hour has struck, the long-awaited silver hour:

We've set sail on the high spring tide,

Securing a promise to be remembered and awaited.

Following the hot trail of seafarers, living and on screen,

Who charted our course through reefs, fogs, and ice,

We sail under a white sail, equals with the ocean,

Only in the harness of winds - not tormenting the water with screws.

Ahead lie unearthly wonders!

And to make the wait more cheerful for the land,

We will honestly send our call signs -

This eternal tribute of ships.

They say that a requiem is sung for the sail,

The black brig is confined to a museum for piracy,

The sleek corvette has dropped anchor in history,

Multi-funneled slow-movers have risen to honor.

But the entire kin of sailors - all that there are - to the seventh generation

Will remember those who walked on the heat of passions.

And white-hot foam flowed overboard,

And fate spared its wayward sons.

Ahead lie unearthly wonders!

And to make the wait more cheerful for the land,

We will honestly send our call signs -

This eternal tribute of ships.

We will not meet a nameless continent in the distance,

We will not give our names to islands -

All discovered lands have long been named

After great people and saints.

The discoveries have been snatched up - we harbor no false illusions -

But water drips from the anchors, like living water.

If we're lucky, then we will discover these lands within ourselves -

And we will go ashore - and stay there forever.

Don't close your eyes, helmsmen, -

Suddenly the gray haze will part -

On the "Flying Dutchman" for the first time

They will light flares for us!

Ahead lie unearthly wonders!

And to make the wait more cheerful for the land,

We will honestly send our call signs -

This eternal tribute of ships.

Этот день будет первым всегда и везде -

Пробил час, долгожданный серебряный час:

Мы ушли по весенней высокой воде,

Обещанием помнить и ждать заручась.

По горячим следам мореходов живых и экранных,

Что пробили нам курс через рифы, туманы и льды,

Мы под парусом белым идем с океаном на равных

Лишь в упряжке ветров - не терзая винтами воды.

Впереди - чудеса неземные!

А земле, чтобы ждать веселей,

Будем честно мы слать позывные -

Эту вечную дань кораблей.

Говорят, будто парусу реквием спет,

Черный бриг за пиратство в музей заточен,

Бросил якорь в историю стройный корвет,

Многотрубные увальни вышли в почет.

Но весь род моряков - сколько есть - до седьмого колена

Будет помнить о тех, кто ходил на накале страстей.

И текла за бортом добела раскаленная пена,

И щадила судьба непутевых своих сыновей.

Впереди - чудеса неземные!

А земле, чтобы ждать веселей,

Будем честно мы слать позывные -

Эту вечную дань кораблей.

Материк безымянный не встретим вдали,

Островам не присвоим названий своих -

Все открытые земли давно нарекли

Именами великих людей и святых.

Расхватали открытья - мы ложных иллюзий не строим,-

Но стекает вода с якорей, как живая вода.

Повезет - и тогда мы в себе эти земли откроем,-

И на берег сойдем - и останемся там навсегда.

Не смыкайте же век, рулевые,-

Вдруг расщедрится серая мгла -

На "Летучем Голландце" впервые

Запалят ради нас факела!

Впереди - чудеса неземные!

А земле, чтобы ждать веселей,

Будем честно мы слать позывные -

Эту вечную дань кораблей.

In Vladimir Vysotsky's song "The Hour Has Come," the lyrics depict the beginning of a new life chapter, a yearning for the unknown and for discoveries. Employing nautical metaphors, the lyrical hero speaks of leaving the past behind ("We left on the spring's high water") and embarking on a new path filled with hope and anticipation.

The "silver hour" symbolizes the uniqueness of the moment, the commencement of something significant and long-awaited. The hero is inspired by the feats of predecessors ("seafarers both real and on screen") who paved the way ("charted a course") through hardships ("reefs, fogs, and ice").

Despite the fact that all geographical discoveries have already been made ("We won't encounter an unnamed continent in the distance"), the hero believes in the possibility of inner discoveries, in the ability to find one's own path ("With luck, we will discover these lands within ourselves").

An essential theme of the song is the connection to the past, paying tribute to those who walked this path before them ("eternal tribute of ships"). The hero promises to remember the exploits of predecessors and pass this memory on to future generations ("the whole lineage of sailors… will remember").

The image of the "Flying Dutchman" – a ghost ship – symbolizes hope for a miracle, that there will be a place in history for them ("for us") too, that their deeds will not go unnoticed.

Overall, the song "The Hour Has Come" is an anthem to pioneers, to romantics who are not afraid to forge their own path, eternally searching and discovering new horizons.