Y Nunca Volvió

My father worked the land
And the land gave him little
He was a lumberjack, a laborer, a coalman
Also a baker, but he never ate bread

The farm saw him in sun and moon
Watering it with his sweat
And the harvest was scarce at the ranch
And the tired man shouted one day
He opened a path through the woods
And the path turned into coal
He bled inside thinking
Until one night he couldn't take it anymore and shouted

He sowed the wheat in golden spikes
Little by little it turned into flour
He lit the oven with coal and firewood
Kneading the flour, but he never ate bread

By then he mounted slowly
And from one town to the next he trotted
One afternoon he saddled up sadly
He told us goodbye, and he never came back