Ты с яйцами родился и рос.
Но в тебе умер дух мужика.
И хоть ты махаешь киркой весь день.
Но ради денег, а не ради угля.
Те, кто с тобой работал.
Те, кто учил тебя.
Набили тебе лицо.
Ведь ты работал ради бабла.
Припев: ты плохой шахтер!
You were born and grew up with eggs.
But the spirit of a man died in you.
And even though you swing your pick all day.
But for the money, not for the coal.
Those who worked with you.
Those who taught you.
Stuffed your face.
After all, you worked for the money.
Chorus: you are a bad miner!