2017.08.14.
Rural Maria
Through the paths of the fieldYou walk, carrying your sorrow
Your sorrow of love and crying
In your womb of clay and dirt
Your little round jar
That you fill up, year by year
With the seed that is planted
By the farmer in his poverty
Today I want to sing for you, Rural María
Oh, mother of the field
Unmatched mother
Today I want to sing
About your poor children
Your sad dispossesion
Maternal pain
Malnutrition and poverty
Is what surrounds you
Silent straw hut
Just the whisper of the jungle
Your hands are of cedar
Your eyes are sad twilights
Your tears are mud
That you spill in the sierras
For this reason now
I want to sing to your heart
Today I want to tell you I'm sorry
For this much poverty and desolation
Throught the prairies and rivers
The farmer mother walks
Feeling the cold of the winter
And his terrible destiny
Through the paths of the field
You walk, carrying your sorrow
Your sorrow of love and crying
In your womb of clay and dirt
Today I want to sing for you, Rural María
Oh, mother of the field
Unmatched mother
Today I want to sing
About your poor children
Your sad dispossesion
Maternal pain