La Espiga
Miguel Aceves Mejía
The Ear of Corn
How little the sound cares
That the Indian has no roof.
How little you care
About all the wrong you've done to me.
The water doesn't make us thirsty
The sun doesn't know it shines
You have no heart
Because you've left darkness,
Where I sowed love,
Where I sowed love.
The first love is of gold
The next of silver
The third and the rest
Turn to pure tin.
Until twenty it's a sun
Until thirty a moon
If I reach forty
Don't let any go
Because God punishes you
Because God punishes you.
The ripened ear of corn
Told the green ear of corn
Who sows in foreign land
Loses even the seed.
If you're going to fall in love
You must sow love
As the ear of corn advises
And you'll have to bloom
As my love blooms.
