El Plebeyo
Eva Ayllón
The Commoner
The night already covers with its black crepe
Of the city, the streets, that people cross
With slow action
The light, artificial, with weak projection
It covers the darkness that hides in its shadows
Revenge and betrayal
After work, he returns to his humble home
Luis Enrique, the commoner, the son of the people
The man who knew how to love
And that suffering this, that infamous law
On loving an aristocrat
Being a commoner he
Trembling with emotion
It says so, in his song
Love, being human
There is something divine about it
Loving is not a crime
Because even God loved
And if the love is pure
And the wish is sincere
Why do they want to steal from me?
Faith of the heart
My blood, although plebeian
It also dyes red
The soul in which it nests
My incomparable love
She is of noble birth
And I humble commoner
Blood is no different
Nor is the heart another
Lord, why are the beings
They are not of equal value
