Semeadura

We're gonna move forward, my friend
No fear here
On the right path of the road
Together we'll grow and walk
We're gonna share, my friend
The field and the sea
The bread of life, my arm, my heart
Made to love.

American homeland, my brown girl
I want to have
Guitar and free song
In your dawn
In the plains, my shovel flying
Trail of wind and moonlight
Wind and moonlight.

We're gonna sow, my friend
In the heart
Mornings and fruits and dreams
To one day end this darkness
We're gonna prepare, my friend
Without illusion
A new time, where peace and plenty
Spring from our hands.

American homeland, my brown girl
I want to have
Guitar and free song
In your dawn
In the plains, my shovel flying
Trail of wind and moonlight
Wind and moonlight.

My guitar, my friend
Speaks the language of waters, of stones
Of prisons, of fear, of fire, of salt
My guitar
Holds the demons of tenderness and storm
It's like a horse
That tears through the belly of the night
Kisses the lightning
And challenges the lords of life and death
My guitar is my land, my friend
It's my plow sowing in the darkness
A time of clarity
My guitar is my people, my friend.

American homeland, my brown girl
I want to have
Guitar and free song
In your dawn
In the plains, my shovel flying
Trail of wind and moonlight
Wind and moonlight.