Segaores
Jarcha
Reapers
Oh reaper, oh reaper
Who works someone else's land
You have no peace or rest
You only have a sickle and sorrows
The pine trees huddle together
Feeling fears
Passing by the road
The reapers
The sickle at the waist
Bloody
With heads of newly cut
Spikelets
Some thoughts are born under the sun
A yoke of wind imprisoned them
They eat bread and oil with resignation
A bell rings at dusk
Two scrawny dogs look for food
A green lizard that starts to run
A crazy horse that comes from the sea
Whom the lords cannot ride
A giant frog that wants to jump
Chorus:
The pine trees huddle together
Feeling fears
A child cries without knowing why
Two shepherds look for water to drink
A black crow looking for a cypress
A white beach that the sea hid
An old man who lives and never prayed
A poor girl dreaming of love
A pile of grains that got squeezed
Fills with sadness the one who cut them
A black shadow that covered everything
The pine trees huddle together
Feeling fears
