Trigo tostado

Grind little mill, grind
Grind little mill, grind
The mother who gave birth to you
The work of a camel
The work of a camel
They want me to do it

To the gofio mills of La Orotava
They are not moved by the wind, they are moved by the water
Hit the sack with your hands, you know
Hunger forgotten with kneaded gofio

The miller's clothes of the toasted wheat
Years accumulate among the rags
Hit the sack with your hands, you know
Hunger forgotten with kneaded gofio

Tell me little miller, how's the deal?
Life is going up and gofio is cheap
Hit the sack with your hands, you know
Hunger forgotten with kneaded gofio

In La Florida there's a stone mill
The old folks left it to me so I could eat
Hit the sack with your hands, you know
Hunger forgotten with kneaded gofio

Only the miller is in his mill (poor thing)
But at mealtime, friends arrive
Hit the sack with your hands, you know
Hunger forgotten with kneaded gofio

Moliedna's song is coming to an end
Moliners, pay attention (bravo!)
Hit the sack with your hands, you know
Hunger forgotten with kneaded gofio

At the entrance and exit of La Orotava village
There's a little miller looking at me, looking at me