Текст песни УголёК - ЛЯПИС ТРУБЕЦКОЙ

At half past five in the morning the bells rang -
A miner has short nights all his life.
Birds in the sky find comfort high,
And the miners are singing deeply to the devil:

Coal instead of the sun
Give, brother, a sip - the dust prevents me from singing!
I'm fed up with coal -
From the love of coal, I can die!

We are like snow, like heat and in any weather
Hammers knock - break the breed.
The trolleys run like a subway down the mine
To keep us warm with our beloved winter.

Coal instead of the sun
Give, brother, a sip - the dust prevents me from singing!
I'm fed up with coal -
From the love of coal, I can die!

Our tan cannot be washed - you want three kerosene,
It is given with difficulty only to strong men.
I go out from the checkpoint, smoke a cigarette,
My dad plowed here, and I won't leave either.

Coal instead of the sun
Give, brother, a sip - the dust prevents me from singing!
I'm fed up with coal -
From the love of coal, I can die!