Текст и перевод песни José Guardiola - 16 Toneladas

16 Toneladas

Yo soy un pobre paria, minero soy
Con mi azadón y mi pala nací
Y un dia gris, sin aurora y sin sol
Dispuesto a luchar a la mina fui
Cargar sixteen tons y descargar
Es tu misión viejo, hay que aguantar
Tu recompensa, pobre John, la tendrás
Cuando hecho polvo descansarás ya
Ya desde que apunta el sol me debo al control
Y soy para el capataz un número más
Mi nombre es inquietud y preocupación
Pero suelen llamarme polea John
Cargar sixteen tons y descargar
Es tu misión viejo, hay que aguantar
Tu recompensa, pobre John, la tendrás
Cuando hecho polvo descansarás ya
Fue tu vida negra y dura, pobre John
Tal vez dirán los que verán
Mi funeral, y el jefe dirá:
Fue un valiente corazón luchando hasta el final
Cargar sixteen tons y descargar
Es tu misión viejo, hay que aguantar
Tu recompensa, pobre John, la tendrás
Cuando hecho polvo descansarás ya

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died.
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you, then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

Sixteen Tons

I'm a poor lonesome miner, I work all day
With my pick and my shovel, I make my way
And every day, as the sun goes down
I carry sixteen tons to the mine, where I work in the ground
Carry sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Your reward, my girl, is the dust you eat
As you struggle and you sweat in the West Virginia heat
Since I was young, I've been workin' hard
To keep my family, I've carried my load
My back is weak, and my bones are sore
But I've carried sixteen tons before, and I'll carry sixteen more
Carry sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Your reward, my girl, is the dust you eat
As you struggle and you sweat in the West Virginia heat
You've been workin' hard all of your life
You've been minin' coal, and you've done your time
Your body's worn, and your hands are cracked
But you've carried sixteen tons, and you've never looked back
Carry sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Your reward, my girl, is the dust you eat
As you struggle and you sweat in the West Virginia heat

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died.
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you, then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store