Tonada de Los Compañeros

How beautiful that girl looks
So in love and recent
So shadowless her eyes
Of spring and growing

How good it does to the girl
The love that feeds her
How good it does to my song
Comrades, your love

The man returns in the afternoon
With a day on his back
And she is fruitful and owner
Of the kiss with which she awaits him

New is the Sun that goes away
Old is the heat that remains
How good it does to my song
Comrades, your love

There is the bread increased
As if inaugurating the table
With his strength he enlarges it
She with her great patience

The man with his two fists
With his tenderness the female
How good it does to my song
Comrades, your love