My mother carries the burden of the noon market/The road is slippery, the grass is wet, the rain is sobbing
My mother carries the burden of the noon market
Slippery road, wet grass, sobbing rain
May sleep on the hill
Walking slowly, worried words.
Anchoring season on the xoan row
Time to park in the two rows of sideburns
Sweat drops short drops long
There are rows of question marks interwoven with the wind.
Sigh and send it to the clouds
Bitterness follows the wind, debt and hardship
The long road becomes near
Let me wait for you when the market goes down.