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, under the earth I dig; Boulders glittering like the scales of a serpent I dig; Beneath Polská Ostrava I dig.

My lamp is quenched, upon my brow has fallen My hair, matted and clammy with sweat; My eyes are shot with bitterness and gall; My veins and my skull are clouded with vapour; From beneath my nails gushes forth crimson blood; Beneath Polská Ostrava I dig.

The broad hammer I smite upon the pit; At Salmovec I dig, At Rychvald I dig, and at Petřvald I dig.

Hard by Godula my wife freezes and whimpers, Famishing children weep at her bosom; I dig, under the earth I dig.

Sparks flash from the pit, sparks flash from my eyes; At Dombrová I dig, at Orlová I dig, At Poremba I dig and beneath Lazy I dig.