Peasant has to bring the sun
Under the dawn sky,
naked and beautiful wants to be born
the new day that smelling of grass
sings in the birth of a woman.
And between sweet honey pots,
he will make the first drawing at his feet.
The little boy will be grass
when threshing, when you harvest.
Peasant you have to bring the sun,
with the sound of your heart.
Peasant with your voice you will give
a clear blow for freedom.
And with the clear wind that rocks the wheat field,
your voice will come, opening the sea in two.
And the morning with thousands of men,
It will be the light that will illuminate.
The whole garden will put on a necklace,
when your child starts to walk.
And between onions, tender vegetables,
your dark skin will make you sing.
Peasant you have to bring the sun,
with the sound of your heart.
Peasant with your voice you will give
a clear blow for freedom.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)