Текст песни Michael Alpert, Stuart Brotman - Там прорыты ямы, норы

They dug pits rules
It worked as a miner.
One such pit there,
Ogromadnaya, large -
Forty fathoms of depth,
Three feet of width.
On top of the building a large,
There's steam machine
And drotyanye ropes.
They held there lace,
Above hangs a bell;
Only dernesh the cord,
Top vdarit hammer
Horse blows.
Before he whistled -
Accumulated - there is nowhere to stand!
shvyronulo mine all of us!
I do not have time to say a word,
Oh cry: "Come down, ready!"
The longitudinal split,
For rabotushku took.
Rasproklyata life of a miner!
Day and night, we are working,
Exactly in prison sit
Day and night we are with candles
Death drags behind!
One God of heaven with us
There is no need to not know!