Madrigal

How beautiful is the morning Sun
Upon returning from the capital
How lovely Susana looks
When she's running through the wheat field

Now the ravine and the bridge are visible
And my dog comes to meet me
The plow remains unfinished
Because the oxen no longer want to pull

The smoke from my little hut
Spreads throughout the wheat field
And in the background, the little stream is seen
That usually lulls me to sleep every afternoon

How beautiful is the morning Sun
Upon returning from the capital
Oh! How lovely Susana looks
When she's running through the wheat field