THE VINEYARD

I sing to my beloved a song for him, for his vineyard

And also compared to life ...

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My beloved had a vineyard on fertile place

With great care I prepare the ground

Quito clogs, made delicious plants

Hoping to harvest the best fruit ...

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He put a tower guard was

Making sure that nothing bad will happen.

He puts a winepress to make the best wine

And the grapes show their kindness

Because there would be nothing futile in the way ...

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More bad news put my beloved sad

The fruit that payment never came

Instead of the expected grapes

Lavished wild grape vines

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My beloved angry with his vineyard

Quito the fence that protected

Aportillo its close, to be trampled

Well I hope in desire, I would not come.

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Was deserted, without pruned, nor dig

And they fell thistles, thorns ...

The clouds in the sky never posarían

... Desert ... desert ... barren fruitless to remember.

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Look, I hold dear the lord of the vineyard.

As the plant loving care

Give the patient waiting fruits

Grapes, delicious fruits ..

No longer reap wild grapes

Because your name is written in the Book of Life ...

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