| Song | We Work The Black Seam |
| Artist | Sting |
| Album | Symphonicities |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Sting |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Sting |
| [00:34.50] | This place has changed for good |
| [00:39.58] | Your economic theory said it would |
| [00:51.26] | It's hard for us to understand |
| [00:55.54] | We can't give up our jobs the way we should |
| [01:06.82] | Our blood has stained the coal |
| [01:11.50] | We tunneled deep inside the nation's soul |
| [01:23.52] | We matter more than pounds and pence |
| [01:27.70] | Your economic theory makes no sense |
| [05:44.13][03:31.72][01:39.84] | One day in a nuclear age |
| [05:48.59][03:36.56][01:44.35] | They may understand our rage |
| [05:52.52][03:40.21][01:48.18] | They build machines that they can't control |
| [05:56.17][03:44.06][01:51.69] | And bury the waste in a great big hole |
| [06:00.39][03:48.17][01:56.35] | Power was to become cheap and clean |
| [06:04.31][03:52.11][02:00.01] | Grimy faces were never seen |
| [06:08.40][03:56.20][02:04.02] | But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen |
| [06:56.06][06:47.98][06:40.28][06:32.22][06:23.91][06:16.39][04:11.63][04:03.82][02:19.58][02:12.23] | We work the black seam together |
| [02:26.89] | The seam lies underground |
| [02:31.74] | Three million years of pressure packed it down |
| [02:43.68] | We walk through ancient forest lands |
| [02:47.93] | And light a thousand cities with our hands |
| [02:59.19] | Your dark satanic mills |
| [03:03.79] | Have made redundant all our mining skills |
| [03:15.51] | You can't exchange a six inch band |
| [03:20.07] | For all the poisoned streams in Cumberland |
| [04:39.34] | Our conscious lives run deep |
| [04:43.51] | You cling onto your mountain while we sleep |
| [04:55.77] | This way of life is part of me |
| [04:59.74] | There is no price so only let me be |
| [05:11.54] | And should the children weep |
| [05:15.96] | The turning world will sing their souls to sleep |
| [05:27.69] | When you have sunk without a trace |
| [05:32.15] | The universe will suck me into place |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Sting |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Sting |
| [00:34.50] | This place has changed for good |
| [00:39.58] | Your economic theory said it would |
| [00:51.26] | It' s hard for us to understand |
| [00:55.54] | We can' t give up our jobs the way we should |
| [01:06.82] | Our blood has stained the coal |
| [01:11.50] | We tunneled deep inside the nation' s soul |
| [01:23.52] | We matter more than pounds and pence |
| [01:27.70] | Your economic theory makes no sense |
| [05:44.13][03:31.72][01:39.84] | One day in a nuclear age |
| [05:48.59][03:36.56][01:44.35] | They may understand our rage |
| [05:52.52][03:40.21][01:48.18] | They build machines that they can' t control |
| [05:56.17][03:44.06][01:51.69] | And bury the waste in a great big hole |
| [06:00.39][03:48.17][01:56.35] | Power was to become cheap and clean |
| [06:04.31][03:52.11][02:00.01] | Grimy faces were never seen |
| [06:08.40][03:56.20][02:04.02] | But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen |
| [06:56.06][06:47.98][06:40.28][06:32.22][06:23.91][06:16.39][04:11.63][04:03.82][02:19.58][02:12.23] | We work the black seam together |
| [02:26.89] | The seam lies underground |
| [02:31.74] | Three million years of pressure packed it down |
| [02:43.68] | We walk through ancient forest lands |
| [02:47.93] | And light a thousand cities with our hands |
| [02:59.19] | Your dark satanic mills |
| [03:03.79] | Have made redundant all our mining skills |
| [03:15.51] | You can' t exchange a six inch band |
| [03:20.07] | For all the poisoned streams in Cumberland |
| [04:39.34] | Our conscious lives run deep |
| [04:43.51] | You cling onto your mountain while we sleep |
| [04:55.77] | This way of life is part of me |
| [04:59.74] | There is no price so only let me be |
| [05:11.54] | And should the children weep |
| [05:15.96] | The turning world will sing their souls to sleep |
| [05:27.69] | When you have sunk without a trace |
| [05:32.15] | The universe will suck me into place |