TRIGAL
Trigal, donde mis manos se dilatan
Se comprimen y arrebatan
El color de tu trigal
Trigal, ay! Trigal
Dame el trigal de tus amores
Para calmar viejos dolores
Con el pan de tu trigal
Trigal, ay! Trigal
Trigo maduro hay en tu pelo
Robó quizá la luz al Sol
Yo soy el dueño de tu fruto
Soy el molino de tu amor
Ay! Trigal, Dame tu surco y dame vida
Borra mi tiempo y esta herida
Si ya es mío tu trigal
¿Qué, si ya es mío tu trigal?
(¡Trigal!)
Trigo maduro hay en tu pelo
Robó quizá la luz al Sol
Yo soy el dueño de tu fruto
Soy el molino de tu amor
Ay! Trigal, Dame tu surco y dame vida
Borra mi tiempo y esta herida
Si ya es mío tu trigal
Si ya es mío tu trigal
¿Qué, si ya es mío tu trigal?
¿Qué, si ya es mío tu trigal?
Si ya es mío tu trigal
Wheatfield
Wheat field, where my hands expand
They are compressed and snatched
The color of your wheat field
Wheat field, oh! Wheat field
Give me the wheat field of your love
To soothe old pains
With the bread from your wheat field
Wheat field, oh! Wheat field
There is ripe wheat in your hair
Perhaps he stole the light from the Sun
I am the owner of your fruit
I am the mill of your love
Oh! Wheat field, give me your furrow and give me life
Erase my time and this wound
If your wheat field is already mine
What if your wheat field is already mine?
(Wheat field!)
There is ripe wheat in your hair
Perhaps he stole the light from the Sun
I am the owner of your fruit
I am the mill of your love
Oh! Wheat field, give me your furrow and give me life
Erase my time and this wound
If your wheat field is already mine
If your wheat field is already mine
What if your wheat field is already mine?
What if your wheat field is already mine?
If your wheat field is already mine