El Surco
Inti-Illimani
The Furrow
Inside an open furrow I saw germinate
A star of infinite loneliness
And with a basket I saw it water
With water from a stream of darkness
In a sad hour I wanted to sing
And within my song I wanted to shout
And within my shout I wanted to cry
But I only sing to silence
Oh, curse it, the sowing went to waste
And the water from the stream started to flow
The star likes freedom
And the water of the stream clarity
The star bore no fruit, it went to shine
And the water of the stream went to care for you
Oh, curse the hour I went to sing
Oh, curse the hour I went to shout
If crying out is crying to silence
And my thirsty glass doesn't reach the sea
Oh, curse the hour I went to sing
Oh, curse the hour I went to shout
