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Monologue of the Old Worker

Los Tamara

Monólogo do Vello Traballador

Agora tomo o sol pero hasta agora
Traballei cincuenta anos sin sosego,
Comín o pan suando dia a dia,
Suando día a día nun laborar arreo.

Gastei o tempo co xornal do sábados,
Pasou a primavera, e o inverno,
Dinlle ao patrón na fror do meu esforzo,
E a miña mocedade, nada teño,

O patrón está rico a miña conta.
Eu a súa estou vello.
Ben pensando, o patrón todo me debe.
Eu non lle debo, eu non lle debo
Nin siquera este sol que agora tomo,
Mentras o tomo espero.

Ben pensando, o patrón todo me debe.
Eu non lle debo, eu non lle debo
Nin siquera este sol que agora tomo,
Mentras o tomo espero.

Monologue of the Old Worker

Now I take the sun but until now
I worked fifty years without rest,
I ate bread sweating day by day,
Sweating day by day in hard work.

I spent time with the Saturday wage,
Spring passed, and winter,
I gave the boss the flower of my effort,
And my youth, I have nothing,

The boss is rich on my account.
I am old on his.
Thinking well, the boss owes me everything.
I don't owe him, I don't owe him
Not even this sun that I now take,
While I take it, I wait.

Thinking well, the boss owes me everything.
I don't owe him, I don't owe him
Not even this sun that I now take,
While I take it, I wait.

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