to be sing to remember the north of the France

Lyrics

(Chorus) In the North they were Miners' terraced houses, The earth(ground) it was the coal, The sky it was the horizon, The men(people) of the underground workers. Our windows gave onto similar windows, And the rain wet my school bag, But my father by returning had eyes so blue, That I believed to see the blue sky, I learnt my lessons the cheek against the arm, I believe that he(it) was proud of me, He(It) was generous as those of the country, And I owe him(her) what I am. (Chorus) And it was my childhood and she(it) was happy, In the vapor of boilers, And I had coal tips for lack of mountain, From above I saw the campaign(countryside), My father was mouth black as were him his parents(relatives), My mother had white hair, They were of the pit as we are from a country, Thanks to them I know whom I am. (Chorus) Had in the city hall the day of the carnival there, Jean Jaurès's photo, And every glass of wine A pink diamond was, Put on the background of silicosis, They spoke thirty six and firedamp explosions, Accidents of the bottom of the hole, They liked their job(business) as we like a country, It is with them that I understood. (Chorus)