El Surco

Within an open furrow I saw germinate
A star of infinite solitude
And with a basket I saw him water
With water from a stream of darkness

Ah Malaya the sowing was spoiled
And the water of the stream began to run
The morning star likes clarity
And to the water of the stream, freedom

The morning star did not bear fruit, it went to shine
And the water from the stream took care of him

In a sad hour I wanted to sing
And within my song I wanted to cry
And within my tears I wanted to scream
But I only sing to be silent

Ah malaya the hour when I went to sing
Ah malaya the hour when I went to cry
If crying is shouted to be silent
And in silence freedom is drowned

My time to clarion has not come
Ah malaya the hour when I went to sing

And the star flew to the memory
And the light of his fire was left behind
And in the furrow the silence begins to scream
And his thirsty glass does not reach the sea

And so the star went to its solitude
Thus the star went to its brightness

Ah malaya the hour when I went to sing
Ah malaya the hour when I went to scream
Ah malaya the hour when I went to cry
It's not my time to sound the clarion call
Ah malaya the hour when I went to sing

It's not my time to sound the clarion call

To clarion call
To clarion call