Hasta cuándo, compañero

Until when, comrade,
will you complain about life?
Have you not seen the night fall,
do you not see the day bloom?
or does it not seem great to you
to see the plant grow?

Open the door once,
put your feet on the ground,
and look at the mountain,
discover what it holds,
we have not come here
to tell each other misery.

Happy is the one who has a hand
to tune a guitar,
the one who has tamed himself
with patience and calm,
who has the sun and the moon
that give and expect nothing.

I do not pretend to be a prophet
when I sing my song,
but I ask to be heard,
they will see that I am right.
The man gets sick
in a life without love.