Oranges are piling their crystal dumps.
Pay all their money and wait back again
Goodbye my one, goodbye Rosalina
Adios mis amigos, hey Zuzia Maria
when you ride the big airplane
All in good thought you will be
came workin' the fruit trees
till they laid down and died
Work contracts out and we have to move on
It's six hundred miles to
They chase us like outlaws,
like rustlers, like thieves
Rosalina, adios mis amigos, hey
when you ride the big airplane,
all that's left for you will be deportees.
A fireball of lightning that
that die like the dry leaves
The radio tells me they're
Goodbye my one, goodbye Rosalita
Adios, mis amigos, Jesús y María
when you ride the big airplane
I'll live with all you will be
and we died in your deserts
We died beneath your trees
and we died in your bushes
Goodbye, my one, goodbye, Rosalina
Adios, mis amigos, hey, Tuesday Maria
when you ride the big airplane
Always before you will be
we can grow our big orchards
we can grow our good food?
To die like the dry leaves
Goodbye to my war, goodbye
Rosalina, adios mis amigos,
when you ride the big airplane,
all they will call you will be deportee.
All they will call you will be,
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