El Arado

I firmly grip my hand
And sink the plow into the earth
I've been in it for years
how not to be exhausted?

Butterflies fly, crickets sing,
My skin turns black
And the sun shines, shines, shines.
Sweat makes furrows on me,
I make furrows in the earth
Without stopping.

I firmly hold on to hope
When I think of the other star;
It's never too late, she tells me
The dove will fly.

Butterflies fly, crickets sing,
My skin turns black
And the sun shines, shines, shines.
And in the evening when I return
A star appears in the sky.

It's never too late, she tells me,
The dove will fly, will fly, will fly,
Like the tight yoke
I have a hopeful fist
Because everything
Will change.