Texty: Fiamma Fumana. Farewell My Darling.

In the morning after rising
Farewell my darling
In the morning after rising we have to go to the rice field

And amidst the bugs and the mosquitoes
Farewell my darling
And amidst the bugs and the mosquitoes we have to do hard work

The boss standing with his stick
Farewell my darling
The boss standing with his stick and we bended down on our work

Oh mother, what a pain
Farewell my darling
Oh mother, what a pain, I call your name every day

But a day will come when we all
Farewell my darling
But a day will come when we all shall work in freedom