Перевод песни Peter, Paul & Mary – Ballad Of Spring Hill (Spring Hill Disaster)

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In the town of Spring Hill, Nova Scotia,
down in the heart of the cumber in the mine,
there's blood on the coal and the miner's alive.
In the roads that never saw sun nor sky,
roads that never saw sun nor sky.
Down at the coal face the miners working,
rattle of the bell time, the cutter's blade.
Rumble of rocks and the wall goes down.
Living and the dead men two miles down,
living and the dead men two miles down.
Twelve men lay two miles from the peat yard,
listen for the drilling of the rescue team.
Six hundred feet of coal and slag.
Caught in prison in a three foot seam,
caught in prison in a three foot seam.
Eight days passed and some were rescued,
leaving the dead to die their own;
all their lives they dug their graves.
Two miles of earth for a marking stone,
two miles of earth for a marking stone.
In the town of Spring Hill you don't sleep easy,
often the earth will tremble and roar;
when the earth is restless miners die.
Bone and blood is the price of coal,
bone and blood is the price of coal.