Recitado Luna Park 1985

Recited Luna Park 1985

Recitado Luna Park 1985

My song becomes a screamMi canto se hace grito
Because the song has remained small in my throatPorque el canto me ha quedado pequeño en la garganta
I bring the scream of thoseYo traigo el grito de aquel
Who couldn't shout that what they earn is not enoughQue no ha podido gritar que lo que ganan no le alcanza
I'm not afraid to shoutYo no temo gritar
Because this scream is plowing through my heart and the airPorque este grito me viene arando el corazã³n y el aire
It's the same screamEs el mismo grito
That in the Chaco my grandfather shouted and they didn't listenQue en el chaco grito mi abuelo y no lo escucharon

They want me to be silentEllos quieren que calle
They want me to be silent because my silence helps them to strike the defenselessQuieren que calle porque mi silencio les ayuda a golpear al indefenso
They fear the dagger of my guitarLes tienen miedo al puñal de mi guitarra
And the voices I hear from the winds, they want me to be silent!Y las voces de escucho de los vientos, ¡quieren que calle!
They want only my song to speak of love or landscapesQuieren que tan solo mi canto hable de amor o de paisajes
It hurts me the painA mi me duele el dolor
Of so many people whose courage has been cut down by hungerDe tanta gente que le han talado con hambre su coraje
I love love! I love the love of sweet girls¡Amo el amor! Amo el amor de las muchachas dulces
I love the romance of the willow with the noiseAmo el romance del sauce con el ruido
But I love the man with the broken backPero amo al hombre de la espalda rota
And I make his hunger and pain mineY a su hambre y su dolor los hago mã­o

I come to shout, I come to shout what others keep silentVengo a gritar, vengo a gritar aquello que otros callan
There are plenty of singers of love and kisses!¡De amor y besos abundan los cantores!
I bring the wounded scream of my peopleYo traigo el grito herido de mi pueblo
It's not my fault if I don't bring flowers!¡No es culpa mã­a si no traigo flores!