Lyrics of El Cosechero - Mercedes Sosa

El Cosechero (original)

El viejo rio que va
Cruzando el atardecer
Como un gran camalotal
Lleva la balsa en su loco vaiven
Rumbo a la cosecha cosechero yo sere
Y entre copos blancos mi esperanza cantare
Con manos curtidas dejare en el algodon
Mi corazon
La tierra del chaco quebrachera y montaraz
Prendera en mi sangre con un ronco sapucay
Y sera en el surco mi sombrero bajo el sol
Faro de luz
Algodon que se va … Que se va … Que se va …
Plata blanda mojada de luna y de sol
Un ranchito borracho de sueños y amor
Quiero yo
De corrientes vengo yo
Barranquera ya se ve
Y en la costa un acordeon
Gimiendo va su lento chamame
Rumbo a la cosecha cosechero yo me ire
Y entre copos blancos mi esperanza cantare
Con manos curtidas dejare en el algodon
Mi corazon

(translation)

The old river that goes
Crossing the sunset
Like a big camalotal
Take the raft in its crazy swing
Heading for the harvest harvester I will be
And between white flakes I will sing my hope
With tanned hands I will leave in the cotton
My heart
The land of the Quebrachera and Montaraz Chaco
Turn on my blood with a hoarse sapucay
And it will be in the groove my hat under the sun
Lighthouse
Cotton that is leaving… That is leaving… That is leaving…
Soft silver wet with moon and sun
A little ranch drunk with dreams and love
I want
I come from currents
Barranquera is already seen
And on the coast an accordion
moaning goes his slow chamame
Heading for the harvest, harvester, I'll go
And between white flakes I will sing my hope
With tanned hands I will leave in the cotton
My heart