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Northern Farmers

León Gieco

Campesinos Del Norte

La tierra esta dormida y el sol ya la despierta
y trae despacio el dia
sube el carro lento tirado por bueyes mansos

Caminos de piedra santas color blancas
flores color lila al pasar
sobre el carro viejo campesinos van a trabajar

Saben que a las doce una campana sonara
y tristes vendran donde hay poco pan
y con vino del valle se pondran alegres a cantar

Quema el sol muy fuerte su piel y sus fuerzas
pero pronto la noche llegara
y juntos vendran lento caminar a su hogar

Suena la campana y apuran su marcha
y tristes vendran donde hay poco pan
y con vino del valle se pondran alegres a cantar.

Northern Farmers

The land is asleep and the sun is already waking it up
and slowly brings the day
the cart goes up slowly pulled by gentle oxen

Holy stone paths in white
lilac flowers as they pass by
on the old cart farmers go to work

They know that at twelve a bell will ring
and sadly they will come where there is little bread
and with wine from the valley they will joyfully sing

The sun burns their skin and strength very strongly
but soon the night will come
and together they will slowly walk home

The bell rings and they hasten their pace
and sadly they will come where there is little bread
and with wine from the valley they will joyfully sing.

Escrita por: León Gieco