carlitros

A translation of , Folk song from Mexico City  ; I sowed those land in the corner with a pando Ox, my barzón burst and the yunta is still walking. When I got to the middle of the Earth, the plow was buried, it was buried to the ground, the rudder was loosened, the yoke was buckling, the barzón was grappling, The Sower was talking to me. I said to the Sower, "don't talk to me when I'm plowing." My barzón's blown, and the yunta's still on the move. When I finished blinking, the rich man came and broke it. All my corn was taken away, not even PA'comar left me, he presented me here the bill: "here you owe twenty pesos of the rent of some oxen, five pesos of magueyes, one nega three quartiles of bean that we lent you, one nega three quartiles of corn that we enabled you, five pesos of some covers, seven pesos of cigars, six pesos I do not know what, But Everything is in the bill, in addition to the twenty Royals that you took from the store. With all the corn you get, you don't pay the hacienda, but you count on my land to keep planting it. Now go to work to keep paying." No more I kept thinking shaking my blanket making a leaf cigar that so shameless pattern all my corn took away for his damn tux. My barzón's blown, and the yunta's still on the move. When I came to my little house, my beloved garment said to me: "has the corn touched you?"I answered him very sad:" the boss took him for what he owed on the estate, but the boss told me to have the store. Now I'm going to work to continue paying him twenty pesos ten cents plus what I get subtracted." My beloved garment said to me: "no longer work with that man, no more US' ta stealing. Why don't you go to the meeting room and have my friend take you and don't listen to the father? He and his excommunications! That you don't see your family that doesn't have any panties anymore? I don't have a skirt anymore, you don't have pants." I just kept thinking, " Why did I leave my boss?"My beloved garment said to me:" let the master Go to the Horn! As if we were hungry if you continued to believe what the priest of hell's sorrows told you. Long Live The Revolution! Die the Supreme government!"My barzón burst and I always kept planting.