TRIGAL

Wheatfield

TRIGAL

Wheat field, where my hands expandTrigal, donde mis manos se dilatan
They are compressed and snatchedSe comprimen y arrebatan
The color of your wheat fieldEl color de tu trigal
Wheat field, oh! Wheat fieldTrigal, ay! Trigal

Give me the wheat field of your loveDame el trigal de tus amores
To soothe old painsPara calmar viejos dolores
With the bread from your wheat fieldCon el pan de tu trigal
Wheat field, oh! Wheat fieldTrigal, ay! Trigal

There is ripe wheat in your hairTrigo maduro hay en tu pelo
Perhaps he stole the light from the SunRobó quizá la luz al Sol
I am the owner of your fruitYo soy el dueño de tu fruto
I am the mill of your loveSoy el molino de tu amor

Oh! Wheat field, give me your furrow and give me lifeAy! Trigal, Dame tu surco y dame vida
Erase my time and this woundBorra mi tiempo y esta herida
If your wheat field is already mineSi ya es mío tu trigal
What if your wheat field is already mine?¿Qué, si ya es mío tu trigal?

(Wheat field!)(¡Trigal!)

There is ripe wheat in your hairTrigo maduro hay en tu pelo
Perhaps he stole the light from the SunRobó quizá la luz al Sol
I am the owner of your fruitYo soy el dueño de tu fruto
I am the mill of your loveSoy el molino de tu amor

Oh! Wheat field, give me your furrow and give me lifeAy! Trigal, Dame tu surco y dame vida
Erase my time and this woundBorra mi tiempo y esta herida
If your wheat field is already mineSi ya es mío tu trigal
If your wheat field is already mineSi ya es mío tu trigal
What if your wheat field is already mine?¿Qué, si ya es mío tu trigal?
What if your wheat field is already mine?¿Qué, si ya es mío tu trigal?
If your wheat field is already mineSi ya es mío tu trigal