Planta 14

The song is arpeggiated very slowly

On the 14th floor of the mining shaft
In the yellow afternoon, three men did not return
There are sirens, laments, synchronized moans at the mouth of the shaft
Two mourning women longing for two bodies

And a mother who chews on her agony in silence: It's the third one!

At ten, the clear moon reflects on the rings of the newly arrived boss
With a hat, gravity, and his bored gesture
He has been the first, governors, mayors, engineers will come
They will try to save the foreseen widow who bites her handkerchief
They won't know how to approach the mother who looks at them with dry eyes

At twelve, the boss will look at his watch, the others have already left

And in a separate point, he will show annoyance while thinking: 'but, where are they?'
Another shift of firefighters has arrived
And at ten to one, the night will see the first dead

Sitting on the ground, the miners cross themselves and curse God

Who would say the repeated tragedy will catch them by surprise
Sometimes the bravest, stares fixedly at the boss with clenched teeth
And the boss with a hat, has two policemen by his side, no worries

Three slow hours pass and in the light of the frightened lanterns

The priest with tearful eyes joins the second one's hands over his chest
And a fifteen-year-old boy, while crying helplessly, hugs a tree
And the boss's driver with his flat cap feels displaced
He is a prudent man, well tamed

The dew has soaked to the bones when the third one comes out
Who receives the dawn with a gray-blue smile
And with voices the miners, while they all embrace
And one of them, the fiercest, cries on the ground for not going to the boss