The meaning of the lyrics of the song "Forge, forge." (Prolojite, prolojite) the performer of the song "Vladimir Vysotsky"

Lay it down, lay it down,

Even a tunnel on the riverbed,

And come without fear

For wine and shashlik instead.

And bring your guitar,

Tuning its pegs with care.

But don't forget to blunt

Your sharp fangs, I swear.

And when you realize

All roads lead to Rome, they say,

Then you may come to me,

Then we'll talk, come what may.

Throw away your knife, pick up a stone

From within your own breast,

And throw it, cast it far,

At least a pole across the rest.

Whether for sowing or for mowing,

We must hurry, make haste!

Or else, having missed out, you'll be

Biting your elbows in waste.

You'll only regret it yourself,

Waking up in the morn, alas!

All bridges over the troubled waters

Will be crossed without us.

So lay it down, lay it down,

Even a tunnel on the riverbed!

But don't forget to blunt

Your sharp fangs, it's been said!

Проложите, проложите

Хоть тоннель по дну реки

И без страха приходите

На вино и шашлыки.

И гитару приносите,

Подтянув на ней колки.

Но не забудьте - затупите

Ваши острые клыки.

А когда сообразите -

Все пути приводят в Рим, -

Вот тогда и приходите,

Вот тогда поговорим.

Нож забросьте, камень выньте

Из-за пазухи своей

И перебросьте, перекиньте

Вы хоть жердь через ручей.

За посев ли, за покос ли -

Надо взяться, поспешать!

А прохлопав, сами после

Локти будете кусать.

Сами будете не рады,

Утром вставши, - вот те раз! -

Все мосты через преграды

Переброшены без нас.

Так проложите, проложите

Хоть тоннель по дну реки!

Но не забудьте, затупите

Ваши острые клыки!

Vladimir Vysotsky's song "Build, Oh Build a Path" uses the guise of a friendly invitation to a barbecue to convey a deep philosophical message – a call for independence, decisiveness, and taking responsibility for one's own destiny.

The lyrical hero addresses a certain "you," inviting them to overcome obstacles ("build a tunnel," "throw a log") to join him. However, this invitation is a test. The hero demands to "blunt your sharp fangs," meaning to abandon aggression, cunning, and the desire for an easy path. He calls for honest work ("for sowing or for mowing - we must get down to it, hurry!"), hinting that the path to the goal ("all roads lead to Rome") lies through effort and dedication.

Those who do not accept the challenge, who are afraid of difficulties ("you will bite your elbows"), will be left with nothing. In the morning, they will find that "bridges across obstacles are built without us," meaning that opportunities have been seized by others who are braver and more decisive.

Thus, Vysotsky's song is not just an invitation to a picnic, but a metaphor for life's journey, where everyone chooses their own path: to build their own "tunnel" or remain an observer, kicking themselves for missed opportunities.