En Yunta

The sadness of the centuries
in the ox's eyes
the sadness of the centuries
has a name of skin
and a slow march
and an old plow
and the view towards the sky
waiting for the rain

In harness, in harness (repeat)
And an old hut
the mud has already fallen
the sticks are turning
and an old hunger
you can already see the bones
of the man and his ox

In harness, in harness
and he opens the earth
and his skin opens
from the mud towards the sun
the sprout goes
from the skin inwards
his misery

In harness, in harness
To say boss
is why the boss exists
a trace of hunger
and a step back
To say boss
you will never hear again
that the people in one chest
with a thousand hearts inside
are calling you to fight

In harness, in harness (repeat)
Don't chew on the anger
because you won't achieve anything
if you leave it at home
it will stay at home
and meanwhile
the one who enslaved your ox
you keep taking away the bread
he will do the same with your children
if you don't go to fight
come on, I'll go with you
it will dawn soon
look, there are neighboring towns
that have already been liberated

Don't chew on the anger anymore
because you won't achieve anything
if you leave it at home
it will stay at home
they keep taking away the bread
don't chew on the anger anymore
because you won't achieve anything
that anger with the fight
it will come out on its own

In harness, in harness (repeat)
We will be cutting flowers
to take
we will be knocking on doors
until we arrive
we will be gathering nights
until we arrive
we will be gathering suns
until we arrive
gathering nights, knocking on doors
taking flowers, until we arrive
gathering arms, knocking on doors
gathering nights, until we arrive

In harness, in harness (repeat)