En Lota La Noche Es Brava

The man you ask about
Went down to the shadow's shift.
I found him there on the hillside:
Woman, he will return.
He carried bread in his hands
And in his eyes, your gaze.
He will come back at dawn
But some won't return:
Those will go with death
And others will forget him.

In Lota the night is fierce
For those who descend into the mine.
In Lota the night ends
With blood in the ore.
The sea and the firedamp are close
And life or death is the bread:
Whose death will it be tonight
Under the sea.

A deaf siren hums
And in the ashen air
The bells tear apart
And a funeral fire burns.
Woman, take out your handkerchief
And shed tears at dawn
For the mine is in mourning
And something of yours they will bury:
The cursed coal caught him
That gives us fire and bread.

In Lota the night is fierce
For those who descend into the mine.
In Lota the night ends
With weeping on the coast.
His shadow in the ore
Was stained with his own blood:
He will never return
From the shore of the sea.

From there, his fixed eyes,
With what light will they return?
And his submerged forehead,
In whose chest will it rest?