Val'Carretero

The carter goes singing, driving the cart!
Which is full of sugarcane and nothing is being gained
Like a peasant from the banana plantation, quickly cutting the sugarcane
Turning it into juice, the central can be seen in the distance
How beautiful it is to contemplate the transparent skies
Over the beautiful landscapes formed by the eastern mountains
It looks like a beehive, on a beautiful morning
Like hardworking bees, they are carving their destiny
Poor peasant of our glorious Cuba

I am a carter and I come singing
Beautiful girl, I come singing
I am a carter and I come singing
Driving the cart
I am a carter and I come singing
Which is full of sugarcane
Beautiful melody, with flavor

Come peasant woman to listen to the songs of my Cuba
Come peasant woman to listen to the songs of my Cuba
Come peasant woman to listen to the songs of my Cuba
In the fields of my Cuba, where sugarcane is planted
The peasant with his skill makes the fruit grow
There in the western countryside where cashews are born
They harvest rich melons, sweet and tasty pineapples
The palm trees in the green plain, sway to the rhythm of time
A sound that brings joy and strengthens the pride of the Cuban
Come peasant woman to listen to the songs of my Cuba
Next to the noisy river, the wild sugarcane stands tall
Beside my love, it was delighted by its shade
Come peasant woman to listen to the songs of my Cuba