Mucho, Poquito Y Nada

If I don't change a little my faults, my evils,
How can I then change the lands, the seas?
If I don't change a little my tricks, my games,
How can I change something in the dramas, the fires?

If I don't change a little my doubt, my perhaps,
How can I change later the kiss, the hug?
If I don't change a little my courses, my sources,
How can I change what's mine in people?

If I don't change a lot my hatred, my fears,
If I don't open my tenderness, I turn to ice.
If I don't change a lot my string, my chord,
How can I sing the new, the left, the edge?

If I don't diminish the much I lose, I hurt,
How can I give hope to the I love you, the I want you?
If I don't increase the little my people have,
How can I prevent the urgent from showing in the song?

A lot, a little, and nothing I unfold life
And it never answers, the indifferent one.
A lot, a little, and nothing, against the grain to the rest,
We have to keep changing.

A lot, a little, and nothing, against the grain to the rest,
We have to keep changing this change of ours.