Cosecha Nocturna

I risked it for four months
From seed to ball
Wet and poorly cooked
Chula the poppy gave in
The Huachos came close
We left the plant alone

I was really bummed out
So much work for nothing
And then I came up with a plan
I had to act quickly
Let's grind at night
Even if the gum is watery

I put double blades
To all the scrapers
It has to drip nicely
That's what I told the workers
Don't be afraid, buddies
The baldies are fast asleep

With lamps on our foreheads
Those from hunting
Each one with the horn slung
Who knows what time it would be
The joke is that in the morning
I laughed at the Huachos

I quickly went to sell it
I needed the money
To pay the workers
First things first
And then more calmly
I went to buy a new car

That's how I managed to harvest
The Government was on top of me
I had to risk it
Estimating my life little
While the Huachos snored
I gathered kilos of the fine