Coup De Grisou

He was a man without conditions
A guy who had no ambition
Yet, good God! How strong he was!
He had no position
And he worked with coal
In the black cities of the North

It was called: Firedamp explosion
One day when he was angry
And that he had turned upside down
A whole bistro with glasses
By dint of struggling in the dark
He only liked the color of evening
The sun burned his eyes

The broad daylight prevented him from speaking
He was a god of darkness
A very sad and unhappy god
A very sad and unhappy god

For he loved above all else
A red-haired girl from the plains
Red like the vine branches
Hair where the light rains
It forced him to blink
As if the sun was beckoning to him

She took him to the harvest
By the fresh Sunday paths
Everything was clear, everything was blond
And clarity took its revenge
It hurt behind his forehead
But he made concessions
Lady, he was trying to be happy

This is how you lose a love
She cheated on him one fine day
With one who loved the blue sky
With one who loved the blue sky

When Firedamp learned everything
He worked at the bottom of the well
All shining with black reflections
For ten seconds he said nothing
And then suddenly it took hold of him
Ah! It wasn't a pretty sight

Just hearing it made us wonder
If the devil was not underground
Probably it looked like him
Since he messed everything up
When the real firedamp got involved
Between the two of them, they blew up
The land, the mine and all the stuff!

After three days we put it back together
With its share of eternity
And when we pulled him out of the well
The light mocked him
The sun was giving a gala
To annoy him one last time
But Firedamp was cured
He had married the night