Del Gemido de Un Gorrión
De las líneas de su mano
Voló un gorrión
Y un grito de madrugada
De pronto tuvo su voz
Tendido en el empedrado
Un borracho lo bebió
Para robarle los sueños
Que con sus manos ganó
Yo volé con él
Yo grité con él
Yo soñé también
Sabor amargo el que tiene
Un gemido de dolor
Mi pueblo estaba gimiendo
Y hubo quien no lo escuchó
De las líneas de su mano
Voló un gorrión
Y fabricaba su casa
Con promesas de cartón
Su mujer le pidió un hijo
Y el hijo le pidió amor
Los tres gimieron un día
Por un futuro mejor
Yo volé con él
Yo grité con él
Yo soñé también
Sabor amargo el que tiene
Un gemido de dolor
Mi pueblo estaba gimiendo
Y hubo quien no lo escuchó
Yo volé con él...
From the Moan of a Sparrow
From the lines of his hand
A sparrow flew
And a dawn scream
Suddenly had his voice
Lying on the cobblestone
A drunkard drank it
To steal his dreams
That he won with his hands
I flew with him
I screamed with him
I also dreamed
Bitter taste that has
A moan of pain
My town was moaning
And there were those who did not listen
From the lines of his hand
A sparrow flew
And he was building his house
With promises of cardboard
His wife asked him for a child
And the child asked him for love
The three moaned one day
For a better future
I flew with him
I screamed with him
I also dreamed
Bitter taste that has
A moan of pain
My town was moaning
And there were those who did not listen
I flew with him...