La Cosecha

Cumbia of the saints
Patron saint, you must drink
The water from the eyes
That you must bloom on the ground
Oh cumbia cumbia of the saints
Patron saint, you must drink
The water from the eyes
That you must bloom on the ground

I don't want to see you fall
Again with that rock
I don't want to see you fall
With that same bottle
If you come back to the houses
Bring it from that harvest
If you come back to the houses
Bring it from that harvest

Oh, bring me from the harvest I ask
Bring from the harvest
Bring from the harvest I tell you
Bring from the harvest
Bring from the harvest I ask
Bring from the harvest
Bring from the harvest I tell you
Bring from the harvest