A song made by Grup Yorum for the 301 miners killed in a mine explosion in Turkey, Soma.
Lyrics:
At dawn the door opens, the mine wakes up
A black road stretches out, the pain of poverty inside me
It is a grave that we dig, it has no end
We died for food, Soma has become a quarry of grief
My left and right is black smoke, even one breath cannot be taken
Just because there is hunger poverty, death shouldn’t be so cheap.
Our life disappears seven floors below the ground
Our tears are not our fate, our day will come also
The streets fill in the middle of the day for our dead
The silent tongues unravel, the dead call to account
The gentlemen from Ankara, we don’t need your condolences
Our hands are charcoal, don’t get your clothes dirty
My left and right is black smoke, even one breath cannot be taken
Just because there is hunger poverty, death shouldn’t be so cheap.
Our life disappears seven floors below the ground
Our tears are not our fate, our day will come also