Crece desde el pie
Alfredo Zitarrosa
It grows from the foot
(Candombe)
It grows from the foot, little music,
it grows from the foot
one two and three, straight,
it grows from the foot.
The wall grows in rows
the wall grows
walled up from the foot
it grows from the foot.
It grows from the foot, little music,
it grows from the foot
one two and three, straight,
it grows from the foot.
The wall grows in rows
the wall grows
walled up from the foot
it grows from the foot.
Inside its can the plant grows
it grows from the foot,
the bonfire grows from the foot
it grows from the foot.
The best loves grow
they grow from the foot,
for their colors, the flowers
they grow from the foot.
The future grows from the town
it grows from the foot,
soul of the safe course
it grows from the foot.
The singers sing for you
they grow from the foot
a little faith and the drums
can flourish.
The morning grows from the foot
it grows from the foot
the sound of the bell
grows from the foot.
The week grows from the foot
it grows from the foot
there are no early revolutions
they grow from the foot.
Don't forget that the day and the hour
grow from the foot
after the night, the dawn
grows from the foot.
The wall grows in rows
the wall grows
walled up from the foot
it grows from the foot.
Don't forget that the day and the hour
grow from the foot
after the night, the dawn
grows from the foot.
The future grows from the town
it grows from the foot
soul of the safe course
grows from the foot.
(The versification and punctuation are by Alfredo Zitarrosa.)
