Pobre Del Cantor

Poor singer of our days
Who doesn't risk his string for not risking his life.
Poor singer who never knows
That we were the seed and today we are this life.

Poor singer that one day history
Erases him without the glory of having touched thorns.
Poor singer who was marked
To suffer a little and today is defeated.

Poor singer whose reports
Have their names erased with killer copies.
Poor singer who doesn't rise
And continues forward with more song and more life.

Poor singer who doesn't find the way
To have his actions well secured with everyone.
Poor singer who doesn't impose himself
With his song of glory, with mud and dirt.