Si se calla el cantor [English translation]

If the singer is silent, life is silent,

because life itself is entirely a song.

If the singer is silent, they die of fright;

hope, light, and happiness.

If the singer is silent, they will be left alone,

the humble sparrows of the journals.

The dockworkers make the sign of the cross.

Who will fight for their wages?

(Spoken)

What becomes of life if he who sings

does not raise his voice on the podiums

for the one who suffers, the one for which

there is no reason to condemn him to go without a mantle?

If the singer is silent, the rose dies,

and what good is a rose without a song?

The song should be a light over the fields,

always illuminating those below.

May the singer not be silent, because a cowardly

silence provides an evil that oppresses.

Singers do not know how to bow down;

they will not ever be silent in the face of crime.

(Spoken)

May they raise all the flags

when the singer stands firm with his outcry.

And may a thousand guitars bleed into the night

an immortal song to infinity.

If the singer is silent...

life is silent.