Recitado Luna Park 1985

My song becomes a scream
Because the song has remained small in my throat
I bring the scream of those
Who couldn't shout that what they earn is not enough
I'm not afraid to shout
Because this scream is plowing through my heart and the air
It's the same scream
That in the Chaco my grandfather shouted and they didn't listen

They want me to be silent
They want me to be silent because my silence helps them to strike the defenseless
They fear the dagger of my guitar
And the voices I hear from the winds, they want me to be silent!
They want only my song to speak of love or landscapes
It hurts me the pain
Of so many people whose courage has been cut down by hunger
I love love! I love the love of sweet girls
I love the romance of the willow with the noise
But I love the man with the broken back
And I make his hunger and pain mine

I come to shout, I come to shout what others keep silent
There are plenty of singers of love and kisses!
I bring the wounded scream of my people
It's not my fault if I don't bring flowers!