TRIGAL

Wheat field, where my hands expand
They are compressed and snatched
The color of your wheat field
Wheat field, oh! Wheat field

Give me the wheat field of your love
To soothe old pains
With the bread from your wheat field
Wheat field, oh! Wheat field

There is ripe wheat in your hair
Perhaps he stole the light from the Sun
I am the owner of your fruit
I am the mill of your love

Oh! Wheat field, give me your furrow and give me life
Erase my time and this wound
If your wheat field is already mine
What if your wheat field is already mine?

(Wheat field!)

There is ripe wheat in your hair
Perhaps he stole the light from the Sun
I am the owner of your fruit
I am the mill of your love

Oh! Wheat field, give me your furrow and give me life
Erase my time and this wound
If your wheat field is already mine
If your wheat field is already mine
What if your wheat field is already mine?
What if your wheat field is already mine?
If your wheat field is already mine