The wine sings and the master sings
the waiter goes to the planting.
The wine sings and the master sings
the waiter goes to the planting.
The master looks at the clouds
the waiter looks at the earth
and the waiter walks the furrow
and I love the road.
With the first lights of the dawn
the waiter leaves the bed.
With the first lights of the dawn
the waiter leaves the bed.
The master's body hurts
the waiter hurts his soul.
Say hello to the rain
the master turns his back
You can see
sadness on his shoulders,
withered his heart
and the sun on his head,
witness of his poverty.
The wine sings and the master sings
the waiter goes to harvest.
The wine sings and the master sings
the waiter goes to harvest.
The master travels the world
the waiter scratches the earth
and the waiter walks the furrow
and I love the road.
The planting passed the harvest
the waiter goes to threshing.
The sowing passed, the harvest passed
the waiter goes to threshing.
The master collects the wheat
the waiter wheat and negrillas
and the boy went to his house
and the master went to his villa.
You can see
sadness on his shoulders,
withered his heart
and the sun on his head,
witness of his poverty.
You can see
sadness on his shoulders,
withered his heart
and the sun on his head,
witness of his poverty.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)