Esconderse En La Flor
Ali Primera
Hiding in the Flower
Don't ask me for love poems
When I want to sing the truth
It's life that we have to face
I can't hide it in the flower
"The men who walk
Looking down and fearing the sun
A hand stretched out
Like showing hunger
And the cold that cuts through the rags
Of the world's poor
To wash their bodies
Can't be a love poem"
Don't ask me for love poems
When I want to sing the truth
It's life that we have to face
I can't hide it in the flower
"The child who nurses
At the dry breasts
Of the mother of time,
With songs of struggle
I want to see him grow, with songs of struggle
With songs of bread
And to suffer less
I'll sing to the men
With guitar and rifle.
I feel happy
With my song
Because they are the hands of workers
And I want to be them
The soles of the feet
Of the one who walked barefoot
From so much walking the world
They turned into song"
Don't ask me for love poems
When I want to sing the truth
It's life that we have to face
I can't hide it in the flower
