F. Delta — Las Espigadoras (La Rosa Del Azafrán) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Las Espigadoras (La Rosa Del Azafrán)" by F. Delta.
Lyrics
Esta mañana muy tempranito
Salí del pueblo con el hatico
Y, como entonces la aurora venía
Yo la recibía
Cantando como un pajarico
Por los carriles de los rastrojos
Soy la hormiguita de los despojos
Y, como tiene muy buenos ojos
Espiga a veces de los manojos
Ay, ay, ay, ay, qué trabajo nos manda el Señor
Levantarse y volverse a agachar
Todo el día a los aires y al sol
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ten memoria de mí, segador
No arrebañes los copos de mies
Que detrás de las hoces voy yo
La espigadora con su esportilla
Paece la sombra de la cuadrilla
Sufre espigando tras los segadores
Los mismos sudores
Que el hombre que siega y que trilla
En cuanto suenan las caracolas
Por esos trigos van ellas solas
Y se engalanan con amapolas
Sin abalorios ni agueripolas
Ay, ay, ay, ay, qué trabajo nos manda el Señor
Levantarse y volverse a agachar
Todo el día a los aires y al sol
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ten memoria de mí, segador
No arrebañes los copos de mies
Que detrás de las hoces voy yo
Ay, ay, ay, ay
No arrebañes los campos de mies
Porque aguardo que vengas tú aquí
Pa escuchar lo que vale un querer
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Si a tu lado me aguarda un querer
No me importan los aires ni el sol
Ni que arranques de cuajo la mies
Lyrics translation
This morning very early
I left the village with the hatico
And as then the Dawn came
I was getting it.
Singing like a bird
By the rails of the rakes
I'm the little ant of the spoils
And, as he has very good eyes
Sometimes spike from bunches
Ay, ay, ay, ay, what a job the Lord sends us
Get up and squat again
All day in the air and in the sun
Ay, ay, ay, Ay, remember me, Reaper
Don't snatch the harvest flakes
That behind the hoces I go
The espigadora with its esportilla
Paece the shadow of the gang
He suffers by eavesdropping after the Reapers
The same sweat
That the man who mows and treads
As soon as the snails ring
For those Wheats they go by themselves
And they adorn themselves with poppies
Without beads and needles
Ay, ay, ay, ay, what a job the Lord sends us
Get up and squat again
All day in the air and in the sun
Ay, ay, ay, Ay, remember me, Reaper
Don't snatch the harvest flakes
That behind the hoces I go
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Don't snatch the harvest fields
Because I'm waiting for you to come here.
PA listen to what a want is worth
Ay, ay, ay, ay
If there's a love waiting for me By Your Side
I don't care about the air or the sun
Don't you rennet the crop