I remember I was still a kid,
but I was already working like a man.
This was my song:
Certainly the earth takes effort,
ever more, always more
Certainly the earth is like a woman,
every season, the skirt changes.
Yellow in summer—
ripe wheat.
Red in autumn—
fermented wine.
It is olive green
when winter comes.
In spring, it dresses itself.
I go to work,
but tonight what do you do?
A woman who has it?
La la la la la la la
I go to work,
but where does my heart go?
Look for a flower that does not have it—
and if it is a rose, let it pick me.
Summer came and I caught the rose.
Long live the bridegroom! Long live the bride!
The more the nights pass, the more I am in love—
but when it is day, I work twice as much—
work in the sun,
work in the wind,
we leave at dawn,
we return at sunset—
but under the moon and the clear sky,
I lay on the hay—with you darling.
I go to work,
but, if I were born a king,
I would party with you
la la la la la la la la
I go to work—
I am worn out but so what?
At night, she doesn't know it.
la la la la la la la
I go to work,
but, if I were born a king,
I would party with you.
la la la la la la la la
I go to work,
outside it's cold, but so what?
There is someone who will keep me warm.