Text skladby Miner's song
z alba Babylon
The tough morning,
the grief-filled house,
a field left
half ploughed up.
The whole life is the shift,
the work - the price,
a rock hits you,
you leave a wife, behind.
The furrow has been dragged for the last time.
The furrow / the furrow, has been dragged.
The furrow has been dragged for the last time.
The furrow / the furrow, for the last (time).
A miner got killed
fright tightens the throat,
as life rolls like a river
over the hearts that went cold.
The whole life is a moment,
but a shift in a big assingment,
one's scream is but a moan
that softly fades away.
