War, battlefield, fighting,
In peacetime,
It is available all year round.
Sorrow, separation, reunion
Between the state and the family
It happens from time to time between parents, wives and children.
Collapse, explosion, roof filling
Between life and death,
You can't choose the specific time.
Brave, strong and happy.
Among coal miners
In the heart of every soldier
Will create wings of steel,
Our coal miners!
They left under the watchful eyes of their parents, wives and children.
They took off on orders from the people of the motherland.
They escaped in a dark alley,
They fly like a whirlwind,
Flying around every day, flying up and down,
Flying makes the earth keep shaking,
People who are timid and feel inferior are scared.
Flying in all directions, mountains and rivers are laughing,
Flying to thousands of families, thriving,
Flying to the motherland, full of blood and beautiful skin.
Let a country fly to the forest of world powers ...
Who can forget?
Who is the "cutest person"?
From the Korean battlefield to the deepest part of the earth
Any compliment adjective is superfluous.
While celebrating the complete conquest of darkness by light,
Now, the hero flowers are-
Our coal miners!
Coal worker
There is a black substance called coal, which is buried deep underground. There is an associated element called coal miners, who come from thousands of families. Your relationship is so close, like a couple. Spend a long time together until death do us part. Coal is always black, and so are you. Except for the big smile on her face and the white teeth. Understand that you can't be under the blue sky or the warm spring breeze. It can't be a stroll, and it can't be a flower before the month. We're going to the center of the earth, closer to the legendary hell. Walk into a drop of bitter sweat and read you again. What does it mean to sweat in order to support a small family? In order to support everyone, you said I was not afraid of bleeding! From the moment you stepped down from the wellhead, you crossed the boundary between life and death. From the moment the miner's lamp was lit, you lit another hope. How can we who sit next to the sun not be moved to tears by you? You lit a red flame like coal, not bad! You are also called Guangming!
Coal worker
In this cold and dark abyss
I am a song injected into the heart of the earth,
I use the blood of life to dig out the dignity and value of human beings.
It is the sun that shines on life and never sets.