El Labrador

Just ten years ago
You left the village behind
Traded your green meadow
For a piece of sidewalk
For a hell of asphalt
And a house in the outskirts

Farmer, farmer, you smell of earth and countryside
Remember that the city, farmer
Was made for the wise
And not for a reaper
Farmer, farmer, your land is calling you
Your harvest is ripe, farmer
And your cicada singing
And your holm oaks in the sun

You'll dress in a tie
Shirt and jacket
To come to your town
On the day of the festival
You'll bring a new little car
Say it didn't cost much
And then farmer
The bills will start coming
And you'll keep them all in a drawer
Tucked away in your folder
Bathed in your sweat

Farmer, farmer, I told you not to leave
A piece of bread under a fig tree
Is worth more
Than a donut in the city
Farmer, farmer, you smell of earth and countryside
Remember that the city, farmer
Was made for the wise
And not for a reaper
Farmer, farmer