Canción de la columna juvenil del centen by Silvio Rodríguez (english translation)
While the city
still at four o'clock is on
and there is a place that distracts you there,
a humble place, a small place.
Do not say no,
what are you denying paradise,
I know where for years the light is a bluff
and the fun dream, only fun.
I know that right now,
while you sing any song
while we start to dissipate the heat,
It is fighting there.
What will he pay?
the blood that the earth absorbs,
what gold, which is not the gold of dreams, weighs like this,
that may be worth more.
That pays that sweat of time that goes away,
how long are they paying for their life,
that life are bleeding from the wound,
to turn this land at once,
to turn this land at once.
When at eleven o'clock the sun divides the center of honor,
when slogans and goals ask for their wall,
when from dark to dark they converse with the action,
the word is yours I keep silent for shame.
the word is yours I keep silent for shame.
the word is yours I keep silent for shame.
That pays that sweat of time ......
Only among all we can make this a better place :)