In the morning after rising Farewell my darling In the morning after rising we have to go to the rice field And amidst the bugs and the mosquitoes
My foot taps with time and I can't stop it I want to follow the rythm tonight As long as ther's music I want to dance to it The time has come for a
The men come back from work, the women are arguing "Dear women, what is the matter?" "It's your daughter who wants to get married" "She has no sheets
"Oh mother, get me married this year Oh mother, I like Giuan" "My dear daughter, one more year" "Oh mother, one more year My heart does me damage, oh
Up there in the mountains, black flag flying A partisan is dead, fighting the war A partisan is dead, fighting the war The best of our youth goes underground
Stay here, lie down and rest awhile Stay here, let me take care of you You are burning with fever, rest You are trembling with rage, hush You need
Throw the distaff in the middle of the yard, if it's cloudy, it'll brighten up volilela volilela, volilela volila (imitates the flapping sound of wings
I am the rice weeder, I am the exploited, I am the proletarian who never feared I got killed and chained, nor jail nor violence could stop me With
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The hunter in the wood finds the young farmer's daughter And she was so pretty, so beautiful, That the hunter fell in love The hunter asked her "Beautiful
