Palomo del Comalito [English translation]

The beautiful people of this land

Grind corn

A miracle of their hands

A yellow shine I saw

In a basket she carries gold

Soft corn gold

In a basket she carries gold

Soft corn gold

It’s over… my suffering is over

There’s no more evil… there’s no evil that can last a hundred years*

Little dove fly and tell her

That I’m here to kiss her hands

Little dove fly and tell her

That I’m here to kiss her hands

Cu,curu,cu,cuu,curu,curu, cu,cu

Little dove sing about the miracle

About the dough, about the smoke of this comal**

You who drank my tears

Of crystal grains

You who drank my tears

Of crystal grains

And miracles of this land

And women whose hands give nourishment

She who invites even though she may have nothing

And fights for the things that are really worthy

She who invites even though she may have nothing

And fights for the things that are really worthy

Little dove sing about the miracle

About the dough, about the smoke of this comal

You who drank my tears

Of crystal grains

You who drank my tears

Of crystal grains