Copla Campesina

walk

When the Moon, queen of the sky
Over the valleys he spreads his mantle
He finds me next to my bedchamber
Seeing your eyes, loving so much

Then the Moon, queen of the sky
Behind the mountain he disappears
And the dawn finds me awake
Fighting when dawn breaks

I mount a spirited cuckoo
Red cuaco, pure cinnamon
My flat in our hut stays
I'm singing along the sidewalk

This peasant song
You hear from the valley to the hill
This peasant song
You hear from the valley to the hill

Come on, buddy
Throw your coat over your shoulder
And put the huarache in the dust

The coffee plantations have already matured
They look like lips blowing kisses
They will be relief for my ills
They are the answer to my prayers

The coffee plantations have already matured
Harvest time has arrived
My sacks are very full
On my mules opening a gap

My spirited quack neighs at me
Then I approach him and tighten his belt
My room in our hut awaits me
I return singing through my meadow

This peasant song
You hear from the valley to the hill
This peasant song
You hear from the valley to the hill

Báilele, Veracruz

This peasant song
You hear from the valley to the hill
This peasant song
You hear from the valley to the hill