Tabacalera

Bitter like the taste of the tobacco plant
That's how my life is, boss, but my singing sweetens it
That's how my life is, boss, but my singing sweetens it
My farmer's song, watering the fertile land
Sowing illusions, in the deep furrows
Sowing illusions, in the deep furrows
Then I harvest bundles of tobacco from my flower
The land gives wonders and even though I planted the seed
I have to smoke the worst

Since the sun has risen, always stuck to the land
It brings me joy and pain, my tobacco plantation
It brings me joy and pain, my tobacco plantation
How sad are the days of the poor farmers
Every now and then a piece of bitter black tobacco
Every now and then a piece of bitter black tobacco
And so sowing hopes through the tobacco fields I go
And in this eternal cultivation, others reap the profit
And I harvest pain

Bitter like the taste of the tobacco plant
That's how my life is, boss, but my singing sweetens it
That's how my life is, boss, but my singing sweetens it
My farmer's song, watering the fertile land
Sowing illusions, in the deep furrows
Sowing illusions, in the deep furrows
Then I harvest bundles of tobacco from my flower
The land gives wonders and even though I planted the seed
I have to smoke the worst
And even though I planted the seed
I have to smoke the worst