IN STEREO

In the streets and squares, we bring suffering and hope
And here we remain, scattering the embers
Now I go and in my chest is a cry
All together comrades: “The miners will come back!”
In the streets, in the squares, they will find our chests
We have come from afar to demand our rights
In the hands and in the face, we bring suffering and hope
And here we remain, scattering the embers
Now I go and in my chest is a cry
All together comrades: “The miners will come back!”
Now it’s just a shout: “The miners will come back!”