Pablo Neruda - The Mountain and the River lyrics

In my country there is a mountain. In my country there is a river. Come with me. Night climbs up to the mountain. Hunger goes down to the river. Come with me. Who are those who suffer? I do not know, but they are my people. Come with me. I do not know, but they call to me and they say to me: "We suffer." Come with me. And they say to me: "Your people, your luckless people, between the mountain and the river, with hunger and grief, they do not want to struggle alone, they are waiting for you, friend." Oh you, the one I love, little one, red grain of wheat, the struggle will be hard, life will be hard, but you will come with me. [original Spanish text] En mi patria hay un monte. En mi patria hay un río. Ven conmigo. La noche al monte sube. El hambre baja al río. Ven conmigo. Quiénes son los que sufren? No sé, pero son míos. Ven conmigo. No sé, pero me llaman y me dicen: "Sufrimos". Ven conmigo. Y me dicen: "Tu pueblo, tu pueblo desdichado, entre el monte y el río, con hambre y con dolores, no quiere luchar solo, te está esperando, amigo". Oh tú, la que yo amo, pequeña, grano rojo de trigo, será dura la lucha, la vida será dura, pero vendrás conmigo.