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.
