A tale as old as mankind. Like 20 years ago I saw a movie. Some indie thing from France or Spain. The kind of shit that gets highly acclaimed at the Cannes film festival. In one scene there was a bricklayer reciting a poem (from the top of my head and loosely translated from German):
My grandfather was a bricklayer.
My father was a bricklayer.
I am a bricklayer, too.
But, tell me, where is my house?
A tale as old as mankind. Like 20 years ago I saw a movie. Some indie thing from France or Spain. The kind of shit that gets highly acclaimed at the Cannes film festival. In one scene there was a bricklayer reciting a poem (from the top of my head and loosely translated from German):
My grandfather was a bricklayer. My father was a bricklayer. I am a bricklayer, too. But, tell me, where is my house?
That allways stuck with me.
You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
The devil put the coal in the ground
Devil put the coal in the ground
He buried it deep so it’d never be found
Devil put the coal in the ground
I did some brain jogging and I think in German it went like this:
Which would translate to
But I can’t figure out what the movie was.