Slim Wild Boar & his Forsaken Shadow - Goldminers | Текст песни

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We are gold miners working in the dark
While others rush in the sun
We never breathe the air caus' we're underground
And that's where we all belong

If it's sounds like iron
It's the noise of our picks
Hitting your dead cold hearts
We never see the light caus' we're underground
And that's where we all belong

Dust covering our tired faces
We are coughing out blood
Hot, black dust covering our tired faces
We are coughing out blood

But our hands are shining
From the gold we found
So we keep on marching in
And our eyes are sparkling
From the gold we found
So we may die digging here