El Arado

I firmly grip my hand
And sink the plow into the earth
For years, I've been in it
How could I not be exhausted?

I firmly grip my hand
And sink the plow into the earth
For years, I've been in it
How could I not be exhausted?

Butterflies fly, crickets sing
My skin turns black
And the sun shines, shines, and shines
Sweat forms furrows
I make furrows in the earth without stopping

Butterflies fly, crickets sing
My skin turns black
And the sun shines, shines, and shines
Sweat forms furrows
I make furrows in the earth without stopping

I firmly hold on to hope
When I think of the other star
'It's never too late,' she tells me
The dove will fly

I firmly hold on to hope
When I think of the other star
'It's never too late,' she tells me
The dove will fly

Butterflies fly, crickets sing
My skin turns black
And the sun shines, shines, and shines

And in the evening when I return
A star appears in the sky
'It's never too late,' she tells me
The dove will fly, will fly, will fly

With the yoke of pressure
I have a hopeful fist
Because everything will change