Lag: Bubbi Morthens, texti: Mike Pollock
Sun was setting in the valley.
there wasnt even a breeze.
Every bone aching in there bodies.
like a broken branch on a tree
Someone was complaining
about the hours and the wages.
They wont be on duty tommorrow
Good workers never complain.
Barbed wire , shotguns and clubs.
Insure good relations.
between the workers and the employer.
You never see his face
he hides behind money and power
until some unspoken hour.
The migrant workers will rise up
like a human tidal wave.
Silence hovered over the valley
there wasnt even a breeze.
As they buried the bodies
dep underneath the tree's.
Someone was complaining
aout the hours and the wages
They wont be on the job tommorrow
good workers never complain.
Lagið má finna á eftirtöldum útgáfum
Athugasemd
Hér er á ferð ensk utgáfa lagsins Kyrrlátt kvöld af plötu sveitarinar Geislavirkir (1980)