Valle, look, it’s Sagrario.
And Lucía.
Good morning, Sagrario,
Good morning.
what are you doing?
Cleaning lentils.
How was your harvest?
No good, it was no good.
We’ll be on our way.
Good morning, Carlos.
Goodbye, Father.
Where does one go this early?
Oh Dear! It is still so hot.
Such a pity there’s still no rain!
Look at this animal!
It’s this scorching heat.
What a pity, what a pity,
What a pity.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Catch me if you can!
I’m the queen of all the seas,
You will see, yes you will see,
I let my handkerchief drop,
And I pick it up again.
I’m the queen of all the seas...
Madam!
... you will see...
Our fields are all drying,
The grass is not sprouting,
All the little lambs
Are dying of hunger.
Water, water, water!
Handsome Saint Gregorio,
The beautiful likeness,
Please send us some water
Our fields are all drying,
The grass is not sprouting,
All the little lambs
Are dying of hunger.
Water, water, water!
Long live San Gregorio!
Hear! For our fields of harvest.
Oh, good Saint Isidro,
You’re also a farmer,
Take pity on us,
Our fields are all drying,
The grass is not sprouting,
And the little lambs
Are dying of hunger.
Oh, good Saint Isidro,
You’re also a farmer,
Take pity on us,
And on our poor harvests.
Virgin of the Concepción
You are in this our same road,
We have only come to ask you
To start watering our fields.
Our fields are all drying,
The grass is not sprouting,
And the little lambs
Are dying of hunger.
Water, water, water!
Handsome Saint Gregorio,
The beautiful likeness,
Please send us some water
For our fields of harvest.
Virgin so pure, send us water,
Let it run down every road,
The farmers are all saying
That their oats are going dry.
Virgin so pure, send us water,
Even though we are not worth it...
¡Hey, stop!
No more, no more,
But...
Is he leaving?
What’s the matter?
Go on, go on.
Are you all right??
Handsome Saint Gregorio,
The beautiful likeness,
Please send us some water
For our fields of harvest.
Oh, good Saint Isidro,
You’re also a farmer,
Take pity on us...
... The beautiful likeness,
Please send us some water
For our fields of harvest.
Our fields are all drying,
The grass is not sprouting,
Virgin of the Concepción
We are at your feet of mercy,
We are asking you to please
Water our needy fields.
Virgin so pure, send us water,
To run even down the roads,
The farmers have come to say
All their oats are going dry.
Virgin so pure, send us water,
Even though we are not worth it,
For were it all due to merit,
We would not have land to tread on.
Our fields are all drying,
The grass is not sprouting...
Saint Deogracia...
... Ora pro nobis.
Saint Matías...
... Ora pro nobis.
Saint Agueda...
...Ora pro nobis.
Saint Dorotea...
... Ora pronobis.
Sainte Letíc... Sainte Letícia...
... Ora pro nobis.
...Saint Deogracia...
... Ora pro nobi.s
... Saint Trinidad...
... Ora pro nobis.
Saint Rosario
... Ora pro nobis.
Saint Trinidad...
Water, God, water!
The Saint, the Saint!
Water!
The Saint, the Saint,
Saintly water!
Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, my shoe!
My goodness!
Help!
Hey!
Quick, leave it!
I’m done!
Oh, God!
This film is dedicated to
Jesús Carmona and Flori Ramos,
who did not live to see it
but are surely hearing us.
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