Jornalero

Work and work
Weeks on end
Pounding the forge, hitting the chisel
Today marks twenty years of hard work
Twenty years of bondage in the same workshop

He receives bitterness as a reward
Even eviction due to his old age
This is the prize that many receive
A prize offered by bourgeois instinct

Day laborer
Judging by what I've seen
Judging by what I've heard
The truth I will tell
It's bitter

When a lazy person says
If you like it, good
And if not, you leave
Gentleman
Who looks as if by chance
At those honest men
Who have made you rich

The nobility
Does not allow this saying
If they like it, good
And if not, they leave
Those who only crave money
Think they are immortal, superior class

To humble poor who enriched him
Losing their strength and youth
Think, gentleman, that sooner or later
Death comes to us all without exception
In the other world, they are all equal
The poor and the rich before Our Lord

Day laborer
Judging by what I've seen
Judging by what I've heard
The truth I will tell
It's bitter
When a lazy person says
If you like it, good
And if not, you leave

Gentleman
Who looks as if by chance
At those honest men
Who have made you rich
The nobility
Does not allow this saying
If they like it, good
And if not, they leave