Muller

Oh my little accordion player
I still remember
When you came down the mountain
And you came to me saying

Put meat in the pot, little Mary
Put meat in the pot, Mary
A whole loaf. Wrapped
A boot with wine, drink it

Woman, abundance of struggle
What can I tell you, woman?
If you are like our land
And the land is like you!

I leave you both alone
Although I stayed with you
The land is empty, warm
You, sown, abandoned. (repeat)

And the wind said
Soon you will return!
To take away the hunger, to be able to eat

Oh, woman, how many nights
Did you lie down with sadness?
And the wind still brought you
The news of those who murmur

And the wind said
Soon I will return

You are the miracle of the land
And the land is a miracle of yours
Mixture of honey and wax
Of beast and angel from heaven

You gave birth to the child standing
As beasts do in their minds
And today that I return defeated
For me to win, you lie down

To return, what can I say?
Cursed be the day and the hour
That I left you here
To seek life elsewhere

The winter of emigration
Stole our spring
Who I was, I am no longer
And you are not who you were

The fields can now give
Very abundant harvests
They can talk in Madrid
With very beautiful words
That will never pay us
Our hunger of the past!

And the wind said
Soon I will return
To take away the hunger
To be able to eat