En la planta 14
Victor Manuel Lyrics

En la planta catorce del pozo minero
Three men did not return from the yellow afternoon on the fourteenth floor of the mine shaft, and now there are sirens, mourning, and cries around the mouth of the well.

Dos mujeres de luto anhelando dos cuerpos
Two mournful women are awaiting the return of two lifeless bodies, and a grieving mother silently counts down her moments of agony.

Es el tercero.
The third body is still missing.

A las diez la luna clara
At ten, the clear moon reflects off the rings of the newly arrived boss, who wears a hat, an air of seriousness, and a bored expression.

El ha sido el primero, vendrán gobernadores Alcaldes, ingenieros.
He is the first to show up; then governors, mayors, and engineers will come. They will try to calm the foreseen widow, who bites her handkerchief. But they won't know how to approach the mother, who stares at them with dry eyes.

A las doce el patrón mirara su reloj Los otros ya se fueron
At twelve, the boss checks his watch, noticing that the others have already left. He expresses his annoyance in a separate thought, wondering where they are.

Ha llegado otro relevo de bomberos
Another shift of firefighters has arrived, and it's ten minutes to nightfall.

Sentados en el suelo, los mineros Se hacen cruces y reniegan de Dios Quién diría les pillara de sorpresa la tragedia repetida
The miners sit on the ground, crossing themselves and cursing God. Their shock at the repeated tragedy is palpable.

A veces el más bravo se le queda Mirando fijamente al patrón Con dientes apretados
Sometimes the bravest among them stares fixedly at the boss with gritted teeth.

Y el patrón con sombrero, Tiene dos policías a su lado no hay cuidado
The boss with a hat has two policemen by his side, reassuring him that everything is under control.

Tres horas lentas pasan A la luz de las linternas asustadas El cura con los ojos arrasados Al segundo le va uniendo sobre el pecho las manos Y un chaval de quince años
Three long hours tick by, illuminated by the frightened flashlights. The priest with tear-filled eyes joins the hands of the second body over his chest, while a fifteen-year-old boy cries impotently, hugging a tree.

Mientras llora impotente se abraza contra un árbol Y el chófer del patrón con su gorra de plato Se siente desplazado, es un hombre prudente, Bien domado.
As the boy cries helplessly against a tree, the boss's chauffeur in his peaked cap feels like he doesn't belong. He is a sensible, well-tamed man.

El rocío ha calado hasta los huesos cuando sale el tercero
The dew has chilled them to the bone by the time the third body is found, and the miners greet the grayish-blue dawn with their voices.

Le recibe con sonrisa gris azul la madrugada Y con voces los mineros Mientras se abrazan todos y uno de ellos
The early morning greets the third body with a gray-blue smile, and the miners embrace each other and speak in voices. One of them, the fiercest, cries on the ground to avoid going back to the boss.