Lyrics

On the hard sunbaked earth you till On the infertile soil you scratch Barren land since time immemorial which bears no fruit With no rain No clouds in the sky The sun burning hot You try to restore life into the dusty soil With nothing in your stomack On your cracked feet With bruised and worn hands You wrestle with nature Your sweat waters the infertile soil Your tears water the unproductive earth You labour unpaid, you labour unpaid Day in day out, day in day out You are the worker of the day You are the worker of the week You are the worker of the year You are the best worker in the world Mother, tou are the best worker in the world