Ricardo Semillas

Ricardo went down to the village, debuting sunrises
Whistling fresh songs without forgetting his chores
The village that new day, the sun rose very quietly
And let the warm air water the events well
Ay ay ay ay water the events well
Ay ay ay ay water the events well

Ricardo gathered the men and spoke to them slowly
Words of green hope tinged with salt and jungle
He said life is ours, the land is also ours
And the words I bring are seeds, also ours
Ay ay ay ay are seeds, also ours
Ay ay ay ay are seeds, also ours

The village that new day
Turns off the sun to the memory
And felt the warm air
Filling with events

A shot cuts the wind with thirst for ambushed blood
And Ricardo bent his body without finishing the word
Ricardo died that day, brother of man and seed
He died looking at the life that was dying in his hands
Ay ay ay ay that was dying in his hands
Ay ay ay ay Ricardo died that day

Ricardo died that day doing his chores well
Falling, sowing seeds of new sunrises
Life is ours, very much ours, the land is also ours
And the words I bring are seeds, also ours
Ay ay ay ay are seeds, also ours