Victor jara songs in english

I squeeze my hand firmly

and sink the plow in the earth.

I have spent years on it.

How could I not be exhausted?

I squeeze my hand firmly

and sink the plow in the earth.

I have spent years on it.

How could I not be exhausted?

Butterflies fly, crickets sing,

my skin turns black,

and the sun shines, shines, and shines.

Sweat makes furrows in me,

I make furrows in the earth, ceaselessly.

Butterflies fly, crickets sing,

my skin turns black,

and the sun shines, shines, and shines.

Sweat makes furrows in me,

I make furrows in the earth, ceaselessly.

I strongly affirm hope

when I think of the other star.

It is never late, she tells me.

The dove will fly.

I strongly affirm hope

when I think of the other star.

It is never late, she tells me.

The dove will fly.

Butterflies fly, crickets sing,

my skin turns black,

and the sun shines, shines, and shines.

And in the evening w