Flying Over the Chui Valley

Flying over the Chuy Valley, I breathe in its fragrance. I see houses daubed with clay, And all around — a mandarin orchard. And I also see a wondrous field — A rich emerald hue. And though I myself am an alcohol devotee, I have no prejudice against weed. I propose, my friends, fellow passengers, In this joyful morning hour, To breathe in the sweet air deeply, And start up a crazy, wild bash! Over the Chuy Valley, houses daubed with clay. Wondrous field, field, field... We'll start up a crazy wild bash!