Cesteiros

Basket Makers

Cesteiros

We are poor basket makersSomos pobres cesteiros
Baskets to composeCestos que compoñer
Poor usPobreciños de nosoutros
Who are going to dieQue vamos a morrer

Hunger I have, oh my God!Fame que teño, vaia por Dios!
I don't know if it's hunger or maybe a coughNo sei se é fame ou será tos
Enters through the mouth and exits through the feetEntra pola boca e sae polos pés
Because this world was made upside downPorque este mundo foi feito al revés

When we go to the marketCando vamos para a feira
With baskets to sellCos cestas a vender
We call the womenChamamos as mulleres
To come see themQue nolos veñan a ver

And they are good baskets, they are, they are, they areE son bos cestos, e son, son, son
Like mine, there are none, noneQue como os meus non hai ningún, non
And they are good baskets, let's look closelyE son bos cestos, míremos ben
Because like mine, no one makes them anymoreQue como os meus xa non os fai ninguén

When we go to the town through the Royal StreetCando vamos para a vila pola Calle Real
The ladies stay seated on a porchQuedan as señoritas sentadas nun portal
They, very dusty, go out to the balconyElas, moi empolvadas, salen ó mirador
Speaking through their fingers little words of loveFalando polos dedos palabriñas de amor

And they are good baskets, they are, they are, they areE son bos cestos, e son, son, son
Like mine, there are none, noneQue como os meu non hai ningún, non
And they are good baskets, let's look closelyE son bos cestos, míremos ben
Because like mine, no one makes them anymoreQue como os meus xa non os fai ninguén

Hunger I have, oh my God!Fame que teño, vaia por Dios!
I don't know if it's hunger or maybe a coughNo sei se é fame ou será tos
Enters through the mouth and exits through the feetEntra pola boca e sae polos pés
Because this world was made upside downPorque este mundo foi feito al revés