It´s a story about horses One or two centuries ago In the north of the country Till the end of their days They had to work in coalmines Underground Underneath the ground They sweat their blood In the heat of two hudred feetunderground And they wondered Where was the sun? If it was day o rif it was night Nobody knew, nobody cared What happened to them Where did they go after they died? They went blind In th darkness of a thousand nights No chance of getting out They had no chance of seeing light They had no chce of seeing One more beam of light And they wandered Where was the sun?