Que Va a Pasar Un Obrero

Crawling in the tunnels, mixing day and night
What a strange way of life to be born again every day
To be born again every day

Dark faces looking at their sad and brief routine
That turns into tears in memories and turns into song in the wine
And turns into song in the wine

The widow saw them surely walking through all the fronts
Men of hard stamp always wounded by death
Always wounded by death

Let's see if you take off your hat sir, what will happen to a worker!
Let's see if you take off your hat sir, what will happen to a miner!
The man who broke the silence in the south, the man who founded my town

The widow saw them surely walking through all the fronts
Men of hard stamp always wounded by death
Always wounded by death

What will have become of those lives that escaped one day
What will they think now that their departure was in vain
That their departure was in vain

That lament is not possible, that pain redeems us
We march with our dead, we are the fruit of their love
We are the fruit of their love