Trigal [English translation]

Cornfield, where my hands swell

[they]compress and snatch..

The color of your cornfield

Cornfield..! ay! Cornfield

Give me the cornfield of your love

To calm old pains..

Your bread with..

Cornfield.. ay! Cornfield

Mature wheat there is in your hair

[it]stole perhaps the light of the sun

I'm the owner of your fruit

I'm the mill of your love

Ay!Cornfield.. Give me your groove and give me

Life..

Erase my time and this wound..

If it's already mine,your Cornfield.

(Instrumental)

Mature wheat there is in your hair

[it]stole perhaps the light of the sun

I'm the owner of your fruit

I'm the mill of your love

Ay!Cornfield.. Give me your groove and give me

Life..

Erase my time and this wound..

If it's already mine,your Cornfield.

• Artist:Sandro (Argentina)