Copla Campesina

When the Moon, queen of the sky
He spreads his cloak over the valleys
He finds me next to my truck
Looking into your eyes, loving so much

Then the Moon, queen of the sky
Behind the mountain disappears
And the dawn finds me awake
On the warpath when dawn breaks

I put a saddle on a spirited horse
Cuaco retinto, pure cinnamon
My flat stays in our hut
I'm going singing along the sidewalk

This peasant couplet
It is heard from the valley to the hill
This peasant couplet
It is heard from the valley to the hill

The coffee plantations have already matured
They look like lips throwing kisses
They will be relief for my ills
They are the answer to my prayers

The coffee plantations have already matured
Harvest time has arrived
My sacks are well packed
On my mules opening a gap

My lively horse neighs at me
Then I approach and tighten the belt
My chata in our hut awaits me
I return singing through my meadow

This peasant couplet
It is heard from the valley to the hill
This peasant couplet
It is heard from the valley to the hill

This peasant couplet
It is heard from the valley to the hill
This peasant couplet
It is heard from the valley to the hill