La Cosecha (Zambita pa´Don Rosendo)

The harvest has begun
People go to the vineyards
And there goes Rosendo in his cart
Singing non-stop
And

They have started their tasks
There by the royal road
They will continue through the field
That leads to Father Juan's hermitage
They will continue

Here comes Rosendo with his face to the sky
Bringing in his cart the fruit of God
And in Don Pedro's wineries
What is now grape, will be wine
And

With the taste of the grape
They will sing with voices
A huapango that has been born
Among the furrows of brotherhood
This

Good hands gather
Sweet grapes like honey
And as the sun sets, happily
They will return to their homes
And

Here comes Rosendo