Hombre
Hombre de fachada triste
Dale al tiempo buena cara
No seas casi mar, ni casi rio
O se mar, o rio, o nada
Hombre de mediana estampa
Dale vida a tu esperanza
No es mejor el que va aprisa
Para caminar distancias
Para caminar distancias
Hombre si te dices hombre
No interrumpas tu jornada
O harás de esta vida tumba
Y de la tumba morada
Si has de tener una rosa
Tienes que mirar la espina
Si no sabes del dolor
No sabras de la alegría
No le pidas al señor
Hombre que te de una casa
Agradécele mejor
Que tienes vida y trabaja
De que te sirve la voz
Para que quieres palabras
Si te espantas al menor
Movimiento de olas bravas
Movimiento de olas bravas
Hombre si te dices hombre
No interrumpas tu jornada
O harás de esta vida tumba
Y de la tumba morada
Si has de tener una rosa
Tienes que mirar la espina
Si no sabes del dolor
No sabras de la alegría
No es más hombre el que parece
Ni el que grita más y espanta
Sino el que tiene en su voz
La verdad de su palabra
Ni el que tiene más mujeres
Ni el que bebe más y aguanta
Sino el que tiene una sola
Y una sed para calmarla
Y una sed para calmarla
Hombre si te dices hombre
No interrumpas tu jornada
O harás de esta vida tumba
Y de la tumba morada
Si has de tener una rosa
Tienes que mirar la espina
Si no sabes del dolor
No sabras de la alegria
Man
Man with a sad facade
Give a good face to time
Don't be almost sea, nor almost river
Either be sea, or river, or nothing
Man of medium stature
Give life to your hope
It's not better to rush
To walk distances
To walk distances
Man, if you call yourself a man
Don't interrupt your journey
Or you'll make this life a tomb
And the tomb a dwelling
If you're going to have a rose
You have to look at the thorn
If you don't know pain
You won't know joy
Don't ask the Lord
Man to give you a house
Be more thankful
That you have life and work
What good is your voice
Why do you want words
If you get scared at the slightest
Movement of rough waves
Movement of rough waves
Man, if you call yourself a man
Don't interrupt your journey
Or you'll make this life a tomb
And the tomb a dwelling
If you're going to have a rose
You have to look at the thorn
If you don't know pain
You won't know joy
The one who seems more of a man
Or the one who shouts the most and scares
But the one who has in his voice
The truth of his word
Not the one with more women
Or the one who drinks the most and endures
But the one who has only one
And a thirst to quench it
And a thirst to quench it
Man, if you call yourself a man
Don't interrupt your journey
Or you'll make this life a tomb
And the tomb a dwelling
If you're going to have a rose
You have to look at the thorn
If you don't know pain
You won't know joy