Pobre Del Cantor
Pobre del cantor de nuestros días
Que no arriesgue su cuerda por no arriesgar su vida.
Pobre del cantor que nunca sepa
Que fuimos la semilla y hoy somos esta vida.
Pobre del cantor que un día la historia
Lo borre sin la gloria de haber tocado espinas.
Pobre del cantor que fue marcado
Para sufrir un poco y hoy está derrotado.
Pobre del cantor que a sus informes
Les borren hasta el nombre con copias asesinas.
Pobre del cantor que no se alce
Y siga hacia adelante con más canto y más vida.
Pobre del cantor que no halle el modo
De tener bien seguro su proceder con todos.
Pobre del cantor que no se imponga
Con su canción de gloria, con embarres y lodos.
Poor Singer
Poor singer of our days
Who doesn't risk his string for not risking his life.
Poor singer who never knows
That we were the seed and today we are this life.
Poor singer that one day history
Erases him without the glory of having touched thorns.
Poor singer who was marked
To suffer a little and today is defeated.
Poor singer whose reports
Have their names erased with killer copies.
Poor singer who doesn't rise
And continues forward with more song and more life.
Poor singer who doesn't find the way
To have his actions well secured with everyone.
Poor singer who doesn't impose himself
With his song of glory, with mud and dirt.
Escrita por: Pablo Milanés