Semeadura

We'll move on, buddy
No fear
On the right path of the road
United we'll grow and walk
We'll share, buddy
The field and the sea
The bread of life, my arm, my chest
Made to love

American Homeland, brunette
I want to have
Guitar and free singing
In your dawn
Not pampa, my knife flying
Mat of wind and moon
Wind and moon

We'll sow, buddy
In the heart
Mornings and fruits and dreams
To end this darkness one day
We'll prepare, buddy
Without illusion
A new time, where peace and abundance
Sprout from hands

American Homeland, brunette
I want to have
Guitar and free singing
In your dawn
Not pampa, my knife flying
Mat of wind and moon
Wind and moon

My guitar, buddy
Speaks the language of waters, stones
Of prisons, fear, fire, salt
My guitar
Has the demons of tenderness and storm
It's like a horse
That tears the belly of the night
Kisses the lightning
And challenges the lords of life and death
My guitar is my land, buddy
It's my plow sowing in the darkness
A time of clarity
My guitar is my people, buddy

American Homeland, brunette
I want to have
Guitar and free singing
In your dawn
Not pampa, my knife flying
Mat of wind and moon
Wind and moon.