La Cosecha (Zambita pa´Don Rosendo)
Han comenzado las cosechas
La gente a las viñas van
Y en su carro allá va Rosendo
Canta que canta sin descansar
Y en
Han comenzado sus tareas
Allá por el camino real
Seguirán después por el campo
Que va a la ermita del padre Juan
Seguirán
Ahí viene Rosendo con la cara al cielo
Trayendo en su carro el fruto de Dios
Y en las bodegas de Don Pedro
Lo que hoy es uva, vino será
Y en
Con el sabor de la uva
Con voces entonarán
Un huapango que ha nacido
Entre los surcos de la hermandad
Este
Manos buenas van juntando
Uvas dulces como miel
Y al caer el sol, felices
A sus hogares regresarán
Y al
Ahí viene Rosendo
The Harvest (Zambita for Don Rosendo)
The harvest has begun
People go to the vineyards
And there goes Rosendo in his cart
Singing non-stop
And
They have started their tasks
There by the royal road
They will continue through the field
That leads to Father Juan's hermitage
They will continue
Here comes Rosendo with his face to the sky
Bringing in his cart the fruit of God
And in Don Pedro's wineries
What is now grape, will be wine
And
With the taste of the grape
They will sing with voices
A huapango that has been born
Among the furrows of brotherhood
This
Good hands gather
Sweet grapes like honey
And as the sun sets, happily
They will return to their homes
And
Here comes Rosendo