El Plebeyo
León Gieco
The Commoner
The night now covers, with its black crepe;
from the city to the streets that people cross with deliberate action;
the artificial light, with weak projection;
provides the darkness that hides revenge and betrayal in its shadow.
After working, he returns to his humble home;
Luis Enrique the commoner, the son of the people, the man who knew how to love;
and suffering from that infamous law;
of loving an aristocrat while being a commoner.
Trembling with emotion, he says in his song;
love being human, has something divine;
loving is not a crime because even God loved.
And if affection is pure, and desire is sincere, why;
they want to steal the faith from my heart.
My blood, though common, also runs red;
in the soul where my incomparable love resides;
she from noble birth, and I a humble commoner;
blood is not different, nor is the heart.
Lord, why are beings not of equal worth?
(GUITAR)
My blood, though common, also runs red;
in the soul where my incomparable love resides;
she from noble birth, and I a humble commoner;
blood is not different, nor is the heart.
Lord, why are beings not of equal worth?
