B'at zente asut'e terra cada die traballande
There are people working underground every day
Sun homines de sàmbene sa vida gherrande
They’re men of blood who spend their life struggling
Su cùcuru ‘e sos depidos 'che tocat in chelu
The heap of their debts reaches up to the sky
Sos pessamentos mudan su sonnu in disvelu
The worries turn their sleep into a wake
E tando bim bam bò
And then bim bum bo
Ca so truncàndemi s'ischina e m'assimizo a unu boe
I’m breaking my back, I look like an ox
Santu Predu, no mi mutas chi no potho artziare
Saint Peter, don’t call me, I can’t go up
Ca s'ànima apo bèndidu a su printzipale
Because I’ve sold my soul to the boss
Sa die chi so naschidu deo su sole fit bambu
The day I was born the sun was dull
E sos frores poberitos mi parian chene cambu
And the poor flowers seemed to have no stem
Deo chin sa pala in manu ispalande sa miniera
With the shovel in hand, shoveling the mine
De biver cun sa morte imparo sa manera
I learn the way to live with the death
E tando bim bam bò
And then bim bum bo
Ca so truncàndemi s'ischina e m'assimizo a unu boe
I’m breaking my back, I look like an ox
Santu Predu, no mi mutas chi no potho artziare
Saint Peter, don’t call me, I can’t go up
Ca s'ànima apo bèndidu a su printzipale
Because I’ve sold my soul to the boss
Sa die chi so naschidu deo fit rusinande
The day I was born it was drizzling
Iscuru fit su chelu e su bentu rulande
The sky was dark, the wind was rumbling
Ap'ispalau crabone dae sa die 'e su batizu
I‘ve been shoveling coal since the day I was baptized
Gai cantat sa cantone de miniera unu fizu
So the son of a mine sings his song
E tando bim bam bò
And then bim bum bo
Ca so truncàndemi s'ischina e m'assimizo a unu boe
I’m breaking my back, I look like an ox
Santu Predu, no mi mutas chi no potho artziare
Saint Peter, don’t call me, I can’t go up
Ca s'ànima apo bèndidu a su printzipale (x3)
Because I’ve sold my soul to the boss (x3)