Viento

Wind, you know it... wind
tell me what he thinks
that silent farmer,
that farmer who has been,
since he was born, working
on someone else's land...
Wind, you know it... wind,
tell me what you think.

"He thinks that the fruits
that the land gives him
do not belong to him,
another takes them...
neither the house,
bread and firewood,
only his tiredness
and some coins...
Like this forever
and until he dies.
Working he thinks,
thinks that he thinks."

Wind, you know it... wind,
tell me what he dreams
that silent farmer,
that farmer who has been
since he was born, working
on someone else's land...
Wind, you know it... wind,
tell me what he dreams.
"He dreams that one day,
that old land
that his hands work
to make it new...
will belong to the men
who live with it,
to those who fight
for a harvest.
It will be forever
and until they die...
Working he dreams,
dreams that he dreams."

Wind, you know it... wind,
let everyone know...
What the silent farmer
thinks that he thinks,
while he continues working
on someone else's land.
Wind, you already know, wind...
let everyone know.