When you go through the fields
don't stray from your path
because you might step on the sleep/dream
of the sleeping grandparents.
Peasant, peasant,
For you I sing, peasant.
Some are thin earth,
others are the root of wheat
Others are dispersed stones
on the small shore of the river.
Peasant, peasant,
For you I sing, peasant.
How many times, how many times
beyond the sown field
in the furnace of the evenings
his screams went to temper/tune themselves.
Peasant, peasant,
For you I sing, peasant.
Sacred mission of man:
snow, sun and sacrifice,
to die while sowing life,
to live while tuning/tempering his scream.
Peasant, peasant,
For you I sing, peasant.
When you go through the fields
don't stray from your path
because you might step on the sleep/dream
of the sleeping grandparents.
Never dead, but sleeping!
Never dead, but sleeping!
Peasant, peasant,
Never dead, but sleeping!
When you go through the fields
don't stray from your path
because you might step on the sleep/dream
of the sleeping grandparents.
Never dead, but sleeping!
Never dead, but sleeping!
Peasant, peasant,
for you I sing, peasant.