When the silent shadows gonna fall

When the evening-breeze is gonna call

We'll sit by the table to eat our daily bread.

This day was a hard day my friend

The whole day I was working on the land

While the sun was burning on my back.

yes it's a hard life to make it with your hands

Let's see what tomorrow may bring.

Manana is another day of slaving on the fields

Is another day of sweating out my tears

Is another day of wondering just how long.

Manana is. the same as any other day my friend

Is the same as all the years we worked the land.

Manana - manana - manana mi amor

But someday there's another rising sun

And we give them back what they have done

Someday we will stand up to scream out to the sky

Someday my ego will fly.

Manana is another day of slaving on the fields . . .