TRIGAL

Trigal, donde mis manos se dilatan

Wheat field, where my hands expand

Se comprimen y arrebatan

They compress and seize

El color de tu trigal

The color of your wheat field

Trigal, ay! Trigal

Wheat field, oh! Wheat field

Dame el trigal de tus amores

Give me the wheat field of your loves

Para calmar viejos dolores

To calm old pains

Con el pan de tu trigal

With the bread from your wheat field

Trigal, ay! Trigal

Wheat field, oh! Wheat field

Trigo maduro hay en tu pelo

Ripe wheat is in your hair

Robó quizá la luz al Sol

Perhaps it stole the light from the Sun

Yo soy el dueño de tu fruto

I am the owner of your fruit

Soy el molino de tu amor

I am the mill of your love

Ay! Trigal, Dame tu surco y dame vida

Oh! Wheat field, Give me your furrow and give me life

Borra mi tiempo y esta herida

Erase my time and this wound

Si ya es mío tu trigal

If your wheat field is already mine

Trigo maduro hay en tu pelo

Ripe wheat is in your hair

Robó quizá la luz al Sol

Perhaps it stole the light from the Sun

Yo soy el dueño de tu fruto

I am the owner of your fruit

Soy el molino de tu amor

I am the mill of your love

Ay! Trigal, Dame tu surco y dame vida

Oh! Wheat field, Give me your furrow and give me life

Borra mi tiempo y esta herida

Erase my time and this wound

Si ya es mío tu trigal

If your wheat field is already mine