Me Queda la Palabra
Si he perdido la vida, el tiempo,
todo lo tiré como un anillo al agua,
Si he perdido la voz en la maleza,
me queda la palabra.
Si he sufrido la sed, el hambre,
todo lo que era mío y resultó ser nada.
Si he segado las sombras en silencio,
me queda la palabra.
Si abrí los ojos para ver el rostro
puro y terrible de mi patria.
Si abrí los labios hasta desgarrármelos,
me queda la palabra.
I Still Have the Word
If I have lost my life, the time,
I threw everything away like a ring in the water,
If I have lost my voice in the undergrowth,
I still have the word.
If I have suffered thirst, hunger,
all that was mine and turned out to be nothing.
If I have cut down the shadows in silence,
I still have the word.
If I opened my eyes to see the pure and terrible face
of my homeland.
If I opened my lips until they tore apart,
I still have the word.