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Des-ses ton

Des-ses ton es un canta poplal par la cantor american Merle Travis. Lo es la nara de la vive nonfasil de la escavores de carbon.

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Traduida par Leon Porter

Los dise ce om es fada de fango.
Ma om povre es fada de musculo e sangue.
Musculo, sangue, oso e pel,
Los dise dorso forte e mente debil.
Some folks say a man is made out of mud.
But a poor man’s made out of muscle and blood.
Muscle and blood, and skin and bone,
They say a mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong.
Me carga des-ses ton, me oteni ce?
Un dia plu vea e plu en debe.
Santa Petro, no clama me, me debe paia
Me spirito a boteca de compania.
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don’t you call me, ‘cause I can’t go.
I owe my soul to the company store.
Me ia nase un matina cuando sol no brilia.
Me ia prende pala, vade a su a mina,
Carga des-ses ton de carbon nove,
A ce padron ia cria, “U, bondi me!”
I was born one morning when the sun didn’t shine.
I picked up my shovel and went down to the mine.
I loaded sixteen tons of number 9 coal,
Til the straw boss hollered, “Well, bless my soul!”
Me carga des-ses ton, me oteni ce?
Un dia plu vea e plu en debe.
Santa Petro, no clama me, me debe paia
Me spirito a boteca de compania.
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don’t you call me, ‘cause I can’t go.
I owe my soul to the company store.
Me ia nase un matina cuando pluve negra.
Turba e combata es me nom media.
Me ia es levada en pantan par leon mama;
Me no es slavo per no fem de mod’ alta.
I was born one morning in the drizzling rain.
Fighting and trouble is my middle name.
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion.
Won’t no high-toned woman make me walk the line.
Me carga des-ses ton, me oteni ce?
Un dia plu vea e plu en debe.
Santa Petro, no clama me, me debe paia
Me spirito a boteca de compania.
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don’t you call me, ‘cause I can’t go.
I owe my soul to the company store.
Si tu vide ce me veni, debe move a lado.
Multe om ci no ia fa es omes matada.
De fero me un punio, d’aser l’otra.
O la destra va prende tu, o la sinistra.
If you see me coming, better step aside.
A lot of men didn’t and a lot of men died.
I got one fist of iron, the other’s steel.
If the right don’t get you, then the left one will.
Me carga des-ses ton, me oteni ce?
Un dia plu vea e plu en debe.
Santa Petro, no clama me, me debe paia
Me spirito a boteca de compania.
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don’t you call me, ‘cause I can’t go.
I owe my soul to the company store.

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