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

A su es un tradui 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.

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.

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!"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Testo orijinalEdit

Sixteen Tons

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.

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.

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!"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.