Carbón

Her name rhymed with mine
Her father was a miner
He always told her and her hair
How dangerous coal is

Every night he repeated
And not even with that did he manage
To warm his hands
After a day of work

As a child, always a coal mark on her cheek
The caress he left every time he came back
And this mark always endured night and day
A black mark that, even if she wants to, she can't forget

Every night he repeated
And not even with that did he manage
To warm his hands
After a day of work

That year was tough, it showed
There was a high demand for coal
The shifts in the mine doubled
Her father didn't make it
To the pot, the fire, and its smell

Every night when he came back
He was still cold and felt colder
And deep inside it stayed with me
Aggravating my sorrow

The work didn't forgive a single day
My little Catalina suffered
It lasted as long as my miner had left
With the spring, the fire left

That night there was no coal
No plate, no smoke, no heat
Just black suits, cold hands
That I forever keep in this song