Canción Panfletaria

When hunger becomes little
That is, when it becomes less
A child is born to the town
And a little hunger touches him (repeat)

And the belly that bore him
Of a working woman
The husband she had
Has left her for now
And maybe he'll never return
Looking for the dawn bed

But from today onwards
She has married her hands
To not sell her body
And her boy will grow (repeat)

My song will be pamphlet-like
It has no name
I sing to the men
Forgive me for saying
That he who fills his belly
Forgets about the one who doesn't eat

I ask the singer
If there's time for subtleties
Looking for the head
The snake must be killed
My song, not copying schools
Nor searching for poetry

It will be pamphlet-like
But I fight with it
Until that nonsense
Of so-called protest songs
Leaves under the table
The core of the problem

I don't perfume the manure
So it looks pretty
And the bourgeois listens to it
Rejoicing in his chair