‘‘ Trigo Verde’’

VOICE 1: Green wheat, green wheat, where is the one I loved? Green wheat, green wheat, she knows well that I waited for her. Spring was coming early when she awoke in my arms. Everyone told us to tell the story of this love that bound us, from a time beyond memory. And without thinking that she would leave me, that she would leave her village never to return. And perhaps because of all we lived and the joy we had, one day she will return. Green wheat, green wheat, where is the one I loved? Green wheat, green wheat, she knows well that I waited for her. Spring was coming early when she awoke in my arms. Green wheat, green wheat, where is the one I loved? Green wheat, green wheat, she knows well that I waited for her. Spring was coming early when she awoke in my arms. One afternoon, watching our wheat ripen, tired of waiting, weary of dreaming, I saw her arrive and she said to me, repentant, "Let's forget the past, there will never be another departure." I kissed her without knowing what she would do, and what would it be worth to hate you? For love, I forgave her. Green wheat, green wheat, where is the one I loved? Green wheat, green wheat, she knows well that I was waiting for her. Spring was coming early when she awoke in my arms. Oh, spring was coming early when she awoke in my arms. Spring was coming early when she awoke in my arms. Spring was coming early when she awoke in my arms.

VOZ 1: Trigo verde, trigo verde,
¿dónde está la que yo amaba?
trigo verde, trigo verde,
sabe bien que la esperaba.

La primavera
se adelantaba
cuando en mis brazos
se despertaba.

Todo el mundo nos decía
que contáramos la historia
de este amor que nos unía,
desde un tiempo sin memoria.

Y sin pensar
que de mí se alejaría
que su pueblo dejaría
para nunca más volver.

Y quizás
por lo mucho que vivimos
y la dicha que tuvimos
un día volverá.

Trigo verde, trigo verde,
¿dónde está la que yo amaba?
trigo verde, trigo verde,
sabe bien que la esperaba.

La primavera
se adelantaba
cuando en mis brazos
se despertaba.

Trigo verde, trigo verde,
¿dónde está la que yo amaba?
trigo verde, trigo verde,
sabe bien que la esperaba.

La primavera
se adelantaba
cuando en mis brazos
se despertaba.

Una tarde que miraba
nuestro trigo madurar
y cansado de esperar,
fastidiado de soñar.

La vi llegar
y me dijo arrepentida
olvidemos el pasado
no habrá nunca más partida.

La besé
sin saber lo que ella haría,
y ya odiarte que valdría
por amor la perdoné.

Trigo verde, trigo verde,
¿dónde está la que yo amaba?
trigo verde, trigo verde,
sabe bien que la esperaba.

La primavera
se adelantaba
cuando en mis brazos
se despertaba.

Ay, La primavera
se adelantaba
cuando en mis brazos
se despertaba.

La primavera
se adelantaba
cuando en mis brazos
se despertaba.

La primavera
se adelantaba
cuando en mis brazos
se despertaba.