El Sueño De La Vendimia
Mercedes Sosa
The Dream of the Harvest
From the high peaks descends the water
Embracing the path of the ditches
From the high peaks descends the water
Embracing the path of the ditches
River of love of the grape harvest, father of the harvest
River of love of the grape harvest, father of the harvest
Mother of the grapes, chalky and tender
Is my land gestating the wine
Ray of sun, its heart sings for the cluster
Ray of sun, its heart sings for the cluster
Chorus
While the sound of guitars
Awakens dances in its joy
Drunk with light, the wind of life paints the vine
Drunk with light, the wind of life paints the vine
Sower of sorrows, hail passed by
Stripping the green from the rows
Sower of sorrows, hail passed by
Stripping the green from the rows
Who would be blue to ignite
Spring skies
Who would be blue to ignite
Spring skies
Through the poplar groves of the harvest
Illuminating the wine, February goes
Full and fruitful immensity
Dream of its laborers
Full and fruitful immensity
Dream of its laborers
Chorus
While the sound of guitars
Awakens dances in its joy
Drunk with light, the wind of life paints the vine
Drunk with light, the wind of life paints the vine
