When the silent shadows gonna fall When the evening-breeze is gonna call We’ll sit by the table to eat our daily bread This day was a hard day, my friend
The whole day I was working on the land While the sun was burning on my back Yes, it’s a hard life to make it with your hands Let’s see what tomorrow may bring
Manana is another day of slaving on the fields Is another day of sweating out my tears Is another day of wondering just how long Manana is the same as any other day, my friend Is the same as all the years we worked the land Manana, manana, manana, mi amor…
But someday there’s another rising sun And we give them back what they have done Someday we will stand up to scream out to the sky Someday my ego will fly
Manana is the same as any other day, my friend Is the same as all the years we worked the land Manana, manana, manana, mi amor…