Rama Verde

I have 3 nights that I haven't slept
With my little horn I am watching
It's a green branch field
That is already all budding

I'm about to harvest it
And take it abroad
There I spend my time just dreaming
That money is coming into my pockets

It seems to me that it's going to Mexicali
Or that it's already arriving in Nogales
And they pay me with pure greens
I have illusions that I'm counting

And how beautiful the grass looks there
Along the edges of the ravines
Also loading them on the horses
When I'm coming down from the hill

It seems to me that it's going to Mexicali
Or that it's already arriving in Nogales
And they pay me with pure greens
I have illusions that I'm counting