Inti Illimani
el arado
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I firmly tighten my hand
and I sink the plow into the earth
I have been in it for years
how can I not be exhausted?
Butterflies fly, crickets sing,
br/>My skin turns black
and the sun shines, shines, shines.
The sweat makes furrows in me,
I make furrows in the earth
without stopping.
br/>I affirm hope well
when I think of the other star