Hay quien precisa
Los años pasan, sí, la vida no;
el mundo estalla hermoso alrededor.
Si el corazón mortal me deja de latir,
en ese instante hay quien saltó a vivir.
Los años pasan, sí, el fuego no;
el fuego volverá en los hijos del sol.
si el pecho se apagó, por un soplo senil,
el gran incendio acudirá en cien mil.
Hay quien precisa una canción de amor,
hay quien precisa un canto de amistad,
hay quien precisa remontarse al sol,
para cantar la mayor libertad.
Hay quien precisa una canción de paz,
hay quien precisa el canto de un fusil,
hay quien precisa una evidencia más,
para tener la razón de vivir.
Los años pasan, sí, lo bello está;
lo bello está invitando a irlo a tomar.
Si el sueño envejeció, fue triste para él,
lo bello nunca más será de aquel
There are those who need
The years pass, yes, life doesn't;
the world explodes beautifully around.
If the mortal heart stops beating,
at that moment there are those who jumped to live.
The years pass, yes, the fire doesn't;
the fire will return in the children of the sun.
If the chest went out, with a senile breath,
the great fire will come in a hundred thousand.
There are those who need a love song,
there are those who need a song of friendship,
there are those who need to rise to the sun,
to sing the greatest freedom.
There are those who need a song of peace,
there are those who need the song of a rifle,
there are those who need one more evidence,
to have the reason to live.
The years pass, yes, the beauty is there;
the beauty is inviting to go and take it.
If the dream aged, it was sad for him,
the beauty will never be his again.
Escrita por: Silvio Rodríguez