Zaraza

White footprint that, every day,
Clamped in the yoke, you see me toil;
Companion of the long road
For hours on end I see you whiten.
While, under the weight of the wheat,
The tired axles I feel them groan,
I, tying my sorrow to that complaint,
With songs and whistles I know how to accompany you.

On the trail, trail, contagion,
Trail, trail, damn!
The ungrateful one will return home
She'll walk around...
If I were to see her, contagion,
I'll talk to her, watch out...
On the trail, trail, contagion,
Trail, trail, damn!

Contagion ox, your sad eyes
Looking at the trail seem to search
For the miracle of those little steps
That the ungrateful one didn't know how to leave behind.
Companion who, united with me
To the same destiny, we have to walk,
We will continue to track the trail,
The same one we always see whiten.