A song that can't be seen on the podium Maybe we don't have the courage Or maybe I'm stupid That's why I made some verses That are full of And another factura The first summer when it was raining My heart was swelling And on the field with flowers I was gathering flowers With a stick and a shovel I was running to the field And I was working, working, working Until the evening came I was a hardworking man Who kept his life For the country and the people I was going out When I was sitting on the field And I was still sitting on my back And I was so happy That I forgot everything Now I grew up My bag is still full of tractors Steel, machines, cars And courage Mariana got mad She took another man And because I'm upset I run on the snow With a stick and a shovel A helploat I had begged For his life Because of the steel With a stick and a shovel I had begged For his life Because of the steel With a stick and a shovel I had begged For his life Because of the steel With a stick and a shovel I had begged For his life They left many times from the village to the city Because they did not like the life of the peasants The land was drained because it was not worked And the potato was cut And the cow weakened Who digs the hole The other falls alone In it everyone knows From the village This is the rule Or four of them Or four of them And that's it I'm the only one left Let me live the rest of my life It does not matter I'd better get some money From my bank account But what to do with the money If I do not come back When I die And only after that They assured me My village remained empty