El Campesino Y El Sol

I was born and raised in a humble cradle,
There is my father,
My father worked all his life,
And unfortunately died for the nation
Being very poor.

Round and reddish sun,
Like a copper wheel,
You are looking at me daily,
You see me poor daily,
You will see me with the plow,
Or sowing that land,
Once through the plain,
And another time through the edge,
Sun, you are so fair,
To distribute your light,
Why don't the rich see you,
And do the same as you,
Sun, you are so fair,
To distribute your light,
You should teach the rich,
To do the same as you.

Because with so much land available,
The farmer suffers so much,
There are rich people who have a lot,
And it didn't cost them a penny,
And to top it off,
They have it without producing,
What does the poor matter to them,
If they live surrounded by gold,
Since I was a child,
I've seen people in the field
Sowing half to a third,
Among them my holy father,
And when by luck a very good harvest is achieved,
The price is at rock bottom,
It's part of the strategy,
And what do the presidents do,
To help the worker,
Just remember them,
When there is a change of government,
That's why I don't agree,
And I say it in my song,
Of the sun and no one else,
You have to learn, boss.

Sun, you are so fair,
To distribute your light,
Why don't the rich see you,
And do the same as you,
Sun, you are so fair,
To distribute your light,
You should teach the rich,
To do the same as you.